I was up the slope skiing one calm, snowy day. I was hungry and tired of skiing, so I started towards my cabin a few “trees” below the mini mountain – as I would call it, when suddenly, I heard a rumbling. It was too loud to consider that the sound came from my hungry stomach, so I realized soon enough that it could only be one thing; an avalanche.
Horror dawned upon me with that realization. Mustering up some courage I glanced back, and saw it. It was about a few 1000 meters away and was the most beautiful, white bubble shaped heap which was descending down the slope of the mountain, like a majestic presence, riding a gigantic pure white cloud, as if to visit the inhabitants below and see what their world looks like.
I quickly snapped out of it and ran – or rather – skied for it. I skied down as fast as I could as the rumbling grew louder and could almost feel the presence of the cold snow cloud reaching out for me. “Damn it!” I thought. “What do you do in a situation like this?! I should have had read those safety instructions or whatever that pamphlet was!” But now all I could think was to get away from there as fast as I could, find a safe place or even a rock to duck under – like in cartoons. But those were just cartoons – and this, a hell of a reality.
The sound grew louder, and the next thing I knew, I lost my balance and tumbled forward. Quickly catching my stance, I got back on my feet and used all my energy to keep upright and carry on to find a safe spot. What I realized was that the huge heap of snow was now a few feet away. Calculating, I still had a few seconds of my sane mind to find some safety.