The perfect slope,
if I were a skier I hope...

I could find a place,
such as this...

With "virgin snow,"
that's never been "kissed"...

In our lives,
time seems to go by...

But the "sun" stays the same,
as does the "sky"...

Remember the smell of "fresh roasted peanuts?"
the sounds of the "market place?"

We can't go back,
but their images will never be erased...