Saturday, December 23, 2006


The wind blew with a bitter cold, but a cold they hardly felt anymore. It had seemed so much colder at the base of the ski lift, even though the lower ground was sheltered from the biting wind.

He nestled into the space she'd left him. The snow had begun to drop again, creating a powdery surface on the ground ahead of them. The huge tube squeaked as it tipped over the edge, and
A three year old voice squealed its delight as the tube raced through the snow, with him situated in his aunt's lap atop it.

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