Whites / Creams
You squint your eyes. The reflection of the sun on the packed snow makes it hard to see. And then you move. You feel like your flying. As you move, the wind breezes past. You feel the resistance, but you don’t stop. As you slow to the bottom you can’t help but gawk at the beauty of the snow on the mountain tips. It’s white. Pure, clean, worthy. Buy the vinyl you need more of. It’s most likely white.