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Above all
By Jökull Sólberg Auðunsson

Up, above all
Above all that matters
Fasten my feet to the board
And take a deep, deep breath
of fresh mountain air.
I throw my left foot forwards
and the board starts moving

Gaining speed faster and faster
No need to slow down
Not yet
The wind, pounding against my body,
Into my ears; to make a noise
The thrilling noise makes me above all
The body just millimeters from the frictionless snow
Stroking against the smooth surface of the board

Carving into the deep powdery snow
Tilting my body against the pressure
And air still blowing thrillingly
against my bare face

And none’s been here
The track is clean
At an incredible speed
I see an obstacle in my way
Lifting the edge of the board
to swerve around it
Leaving a perfect curve behind me

And just as I pass it,
I spot the people
The people that aren’t the clean track and the snow
And soon I’ll find myself amongst them
Not above all