I spent yesterday afternoon skiing at Silver Mountain. I felt like I was 20 again, and skipping Physics class to go skiing with my friends under a sky as blue as Mary Kay’s jacket. Everything color is the brightest in God’s paint box, snow blindness can become a reality, not an obscure condition in a Jack London novel.
Yesterday I had to focus because if I looked off the run, I would just see mountain tops.
I felt like I was dancing in the sky!