Yesterday the clouds hung low over the city, dense with moisture and pollution. It snowed the day before, and rather than wiping the valley clean, it exposed all her dirty secrets.
The mountains rose above it. Through a filtering canyon, and up winding roads, the air grew clean, and the sun shined. It was one of those days that makes you appreciate being alive. It turns your face to the sun to bask in the winter warmth.
It was a day where snowboarding felt like flying.
In a community as small as this, on a mountain that feels vast, good friends tend to congregate. Without calls, without plans, without any notice, we meet, smiling, happy with each others company, happy with life. I find it amazing that there are that many of us that can get together on a Wednesday morning. Like life, jobs, kids, and responsibility stop during a powder day.
Or maybe, we have a better understanding of life. Somehow have become smarter than the rest of the population. We gained the knowledge to know that these type of days are worth living for. Or, they are what makes life.
Thank you friends. Yesterday was amazing. I am happy, and sore, and filled up with life.
**the photos are very small, and courtesy of Wes Belt. if i were technologically savvy i'd enhance them, as they do not do the day justice.
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