Skiing with Dad

 

The other day I bought Carmex for the first time

The smell always reminds me of my dad and winter mornings

Last month, we went for the last and first time in five years—broken leg

It’s funny what I remember of being fifteen

 

The smell always reminds me of my dad and winter mornings

We’d drive, the music shaking your old speakers

It’s funny what I remember of being fifteen

Not the weather or airplanes but the feeling of falling

 

We’d drive, the music shaking your old speakers

Canned Heat, James Brown—my napping breath fogging cold windows

Not the weather or airplanes but the feeling of falling

Not to dream, but to mountains—not thinking, just soaring

 

Canned Heat, James Brown—my napping breath fogging cold windows

On rides to snowy conduits for flying

Not to dream, but to mountains—not thinking, just soaring

The other day I bought Carmex for the first time

 

                                                                        –Danielle Walczak