Sent: Wednesday, December 19, 2001 3:47 PM
Subject: Powder Dreams

12/19/01 1:30 pm PST  Bend Oregon

Small white crystals float before my eyes, mostly air with a little water, no two alike, how many must it take to cover this mountainside?  1-2 feet of this newly born snow rests between me and 100 inches of it's slightly older cousins.  Floating over and through it, the tracks of those come before like turbulence, I soar to the major stashes amongst the pines, their limbs saddened by the accumulated weight of insignificant little white crystals, mostly air, some water.  Silently gliding through the quiet trees, powder returning to the sky with every turn, for a moment I too return to the sky, then emerge from the trees.....