Light drizzle eats away at the snow. I breath heavily as i walk up with my board under the arm. The hill is too short and too flat and the snow is too sticky for snowboarding, but I stubbornly keep doing it because it is more fun than sitting locked up in my room.  The low gray clouds reflect the orange glow from the streetlights, casting an eerie light over the dismal scene, the fading snow and the lone snowboarder walking up for another run.