Snow Daze

I remember waking up early in the morning on days when I knew snow was to fall the night before in the hopes that when I looked out the window, I would see a world transformed by clouds of fluffy whiteness. On the days the snow actually delivered on it's end of the bargin and draped the trees like a mink fur, I would pray to find my school on the ticker across the bottom of the TV screen telling me that my day would not be run by those authoritarians at school but by my endless reseviour of energy and whatever my imagination could muster.

Well today was one of those days; granted I'm no longer checking school listings, but the feeling of waking to a wonderland of whiteness where giant, sparkling flakes stack up showing you just how much fell, is the same. It was a snow day in Aspen, CO...and it was a beautiful one for gnar shredding where screams of joy were stifled by a constant stream of powder being thrown in your face because your waist-deep in Colorado gold. I could say more but...just let me tell you--it was a good day.

I am a happy man.