Season of the White Rush Video (MV)

At the peak where silence meets white
Boards strapped tight ready for flight
Snow blankets all pure and bright
Down we carve spirits alight

Glide glide on the snow's grace
Fly fly in winter's embrace
Mountains call in their frozen hush
In this world we find our white rush

Trails untouched our path we choose
Each turn a brushstroke nature's muse
Cold air bites adrenaline feeds
In the rush of snow we're freed

Glide glide on the snow's grace
Fly fly in winter's embrace
Mountains call in their frozen hush
In this world we find our white rush

Powder kicks up a swirling cloud
Laughter rings joyful and loud
Edges grip the slope we command
Over white waves across snow land

Sun dips low shadows stretch long
One last run one final song
Under ski lifts past pines we weave
In these moments our dreams achieve

Night falls stars on the rise
By the fire we share our prize
Stories of stunts of narrow paths
Of winter's day and its snowy crafts

Glide glide on the snow's grace
Fly fly in winter's embrace
Mountains call in their frozen hush
In this world we find our white rush

Morning breaks new snow falls soft
On the peaks where we loft
Boards ready the mountain anew
To the slopes we remain true

Glide glide on the snow's grace
Fly fly in winter's embrace
Mountains call in their frozen hush
In this world we find our white rush

As the season wanes our hearts hold tight
To the white rush in the cool winter light
Yearning for the snow's return
For the mountain's call we always yearn