The creaky old chairlift carries me up the mountain slowly. The cool stingy wind lashes against my bare skinned face. Snow splashes against my ski goggles making it seem like I have fallen into an abyss of white. There is nothing I can hear wind roaring in my ears. My eyebrows are frosted over and my eyes glued shut, I have started to take on features of jack frost. I look back through my orange tinted ski goggles, and see a glorious sight. The frozen lakes in the foreground contrasted by pointed mountains in the background show the beauty of winter. In between those lakes and mountains are weaved in little ski villages that portray the culture. Looking out over the lakes, mountains, and villages gives me a feeling of feeling on top of the world. Truly a feeling that is hard to replace. Im on top of the world.