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There are moments that are just bursting with perfection, where everything feels, well, right. Moments when no addition could make it better, and when any subtraction from the situation would only hurt the perfection. The sensation one feels when put in a situation such as this cannot be rightly put into words. It is a feeling like one's first kiss, or first date, or first ride on a rollercoaster. It is a moment filled with incredible exhilaration, extreme happiness, and sometimes also nervous excitement at what will happen next. This moment can last a few days, or just a split second. One may not even appreciate the perfection of the moment until it is really thought about. Whether the point in time had involved a past love, a former friend, or a momentarily forgotten family member, one can never look back on the moment with regret. No matter the current situation, the feeling of this moment can only be thought about with joy. The perfection can never be lessened with the passing of time.
"Put out your arms!"
"What?"
"Your arms! Put them up!"
I did so with confusion, but also trust. He had never given me any reason to doubt him.
"Now put your skis together!"
"What's going on?"
"Just do it!"
I did so with confusion, but also trust. He had never given me any reason to doubt him.
A few seconds passed, no one in front of me, only him behind. There were trees to my left and more to my right, in thick rows that left only a path between them. The slope was not steep by any means, merely angled enough to allow the skiier to glide effortlessly across the snow.
Hands at my sides startled me at first, but my fright quickly morphed into indescribable happiness as his arms moved forward until they completely captured my waist. I looked down and saw two sets of skis where my single pair had just lay. I felt a warm cheek against mine where frigidness had just been felt. I closed my eyes. I was flying. There was no doubt.
In minutes that felt like hours, we were lost, but fear could not have been further from our minds. We were lost where people were rarely present- the snow up to our knees where trees were absent. We were not cold. We took off our skis. Our boots were heavy to walk in.
"I want to make a snow angel."
So he turned me around, my back towards the deepest part of the snow. He pushed me lightly so that my body made a perfect imprint in the snow. I flapped my arms and spread my legs repeatedly, creating the snow angel I desired- flawless. He did the same to my right. The sun was out, and we were not cold.
I layed there for a minute before I felt a snowball fall onto my chest- my childhood reborn. I threw one back, lovingly of course, with my face frownless. With snow covering his face, he turned to me laughing. I leaned out of my angel shell and kissed his frozen lips. No words needed to be spoken. The perfection could be felt, it was not necessary to identify it.
There are moments that are just bursting with perfection,
where everything feels...
well...
right.