"I need some distraction
or a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight"
"Angel" - Sarah McLachlan
Days come and go; the years fly by. If only there were some distraction . . . something appealing enough to interrupt and slow down the day, enticing us to pause and reflect. If only there were some kind of beautiful release . . . a freedom with a subtle power great enough to covertly inflict awe and incite change. It would be like one massive, unified exhale whispering to the world that it is time to relax. Fresh air. Spring flowers. The smell of the first rain. Lightning. Changing leaves. Snow flakes. Sunny days. Trees swaying in the breeze. It would be as if all of the peace in nature were bound together in a package of beauty for us to see with a brand new appreciation we've never known. It would be a pure and unadulturated refreshment.
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Ah...
Refreshing!
For me, there are few experiences as refreshing as time in spent in the snow. Fresh snow is so pure and clean and pristine. I love being the first person to walk through a patch of freshly fallen snow... to crunch through the thickness of it, and trudge when it is waist deep... to create: snow men and snow angels... to glide over it on my board and watch it fluff up over the sides of my edges as I carve a mountain.
It's exhilirating and relaxing at the same time.
I love you! Let's go to Tahoe!
-Yours
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