My skiing is terrible (truly awful) and my body seems incapable to following my mind. No surprise perhaps as my thoughts fly like the crows the hover above us. I drift from one reality to another, the beauty of the surroundings the perfect backdrop for dreams and imagination. The sheer pleasure of seeing the power of nature fills me with awe.
And, behind my sunglasses I look around me and the sheer stupidity of people dressed like space men throwing themselves off a mountain top.
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