Flying down the luge

We where learning to write one moment in time

Flying Down the Luge

I was exhausted as I flew

threw the tunnel on the luge

and came out the other side of it.

All around there is snow.

All I can see is snow it's like a
sheet of white.I look down at my legs there

covered in snow some of it

already melting. Snow is

blowing against my eyes I can’t look at the
concrete road.

I am as cold as a peguen. My hands
are turning blue im shaking so bad I can
barely hold the handlebars.
I can’t feel my hands.

I can taste the freezing snow

somehow it blew into my mouth

that I can’t remember opening.

My arms actually hurt.

As I went around the corner

and flew over the finish line

I went to a speeding stop.

The Luge