Night Skiing

I sway
I turn,
I spin and fly
As I see
flakes of snow whizzing by.

Between patches of dark,
And slopes of white,
The light on snow
Reflects nice and bright.

I fell wind in my face
And the cold winter air
Although it is chilly
I really don't care.

I glide on the snow
And cut into the white
There are lights shining
But it is obviously night.