Shwish, shwish.
My snowboard slices through the snow like a razor blade. Approaching the bottom of the slope, I slow down. I see my sister warming up her hands. The steam from her breath creates a halo around her head. When she sees me, she grabs her skis. “Took you long enough!” We both unsnap our helmets snap snap and walk inside the rental store. She unzips her jacket zzzip and throws it on the bench. While my sister returns our gear, I head back outside to enjoy the cold. My sister comes out, muttering something about a being related to a penguin. I grin, and say “Don’t you just love winter?” A second later, the tree next to us dumps a big clump of snow all over her. SHLOP. She squeals as it starts to melt. I start to laugh, and so does she. “I guess it’s time to go home” she says, teeth starting to chatter. ch-ch-ch. We walk to the car, where she turns the heater on full blast. WHOOO. As we drive home, the thin layer of ice under our tires makes a satisfying
crunch.