• Some people seem to detest
    The months of frosty wonder
    But others such as I
    Can't seem to get enough

    We chase after the intake of glacial air
    We crave the sharp tingle on our skin
    That spikes our every nerve
    The thrill of riding down a frozen hill
    Receiving a blast of arctic wind
    Is what we live for

    We are fueled by frigid days
    It is our addiction
    The ultimate addiction
    And we will never have enough