Perfect Po[WW]owder

Sliding great weight from side to side + surfing along perfect ridges of unspoilt snow, daring intermittently to peer behind at virgin powder getting progressively and temporarily churned up by my gliding one plank beneath a gleaming sun all work together to culminate in a surging release of euphoric descending climax. And I couldn't peel the undeniable gleam off my face that soon, so very soon, we will be joined in this emphatically ecstatic pursuit by a surperb shining bunch of some of our bestest buds in the whole wide world. HURRY HURRY HURRY HURRY : over here!