I knew I was missing something. As a child, I mean. A toy, a brother, a mood, a feeling. Something. But until now, had never managed to explain everything.
Today, after a long search, I know.
I was on top. The city is barely seen, the white roofs of the houses blend with the trees and the rest. And I was there, waiting for the right time, time to throw.
The descent is not scary when you're already running, but first, from that height, fear and even makes it a lot.
Then the moment arrives, and I launch. And flight down, I was never as fast or as I have ever heard. Yes, because the speed is a sensation. And then through people, trees, hills. Fast, fast, fast. With my sledge.
E 'was there that I understood. Just as the snow went to my mouth, and my back hurt.
was what I always missed. And I was happy. Like a child. Like a child with his sledge.
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