“Come on Beth,” his hand outstretched for me to grab, “one more time and then we will go up the rope.”
“The rope?” He has got to be joking. Is he mad? “You are joking right?” Although he can’t see the panicked look on my face, I know he can hear it in my voice.
“No joke.” All I can see is his mouth and he flashes his pearly whites with his brilliant smile. His smile is hypnotizing and I think I will do anything he asks. “Maybe you just need some more room to move.”
Oh ya. More room to move. More like more room to fall. I rub my rear end briefly once he pulls me up.
“And after,” he’s still holding my hand, his smile gone, “I’ll buy you a hot chocolate to warm you up.”
“Fine,” I pout.
He laughs and moves away from me. “Just remember, bend at the knees and look in the direction you want to go,” he shouts over his shoulder.
“Show off,” I mutter.
I concentrate hard. Knees bent, looking down the hill. I start to go fast. It is both exhilarating and scary. I lean back on my heels to slow down and feel my board start to cut into the snow. ‘Oh no, not this time,’ I think and lean forward a little. Somehow I rotate myself and am backwards. I don’t know how to turn myself back around. I look over my shoulder and see that I am approaching the bottom of the hill quickly. Like magic I stop right in front of him; my face mere inches from his.
“That was awesome Beth,” he sounds as excited as I feel. “Let’s go carve some snow.”
My heart is racing. The adrenaline is coursing through my body.
“Then I will bring you back and help you warm up.”
High on adrenaline and hypnotized by his smile, I smile back and nod.
Now this, this is winter. And I can get used to this.
(C) Rachel Rennie