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The landscape, surrounded by whispers of snow, and the occasional glimmer of dancing sunlight, as it kisses the clouds.
Standing before me, beckoning me, like the siren’s call, of the ancient mariner.
Drawing me out, upon the steep pitch, coaxing me ever closer to the abyss of pleasure.
I ascend into the chute, careening like a bowling ball, thrown downward, bouncing, picking up speed by the second.
I stick my pole, deep into the virgin snow, which had yet to be tracked that day.
Feeling it sink, then suddenly take hold, I turn, and before my eyes, is the euphoric rush, of seeing nothing but the trees, entrenched into the rock wall, like centurions poised to repel attack.
The ski’s under my feet become weightless, I hang ever so delicately, in the sweet embrace of gravity.
I feel the air rushing around me, the kaleidoscope of colors, that once, was the rock wall, flashes by.
My eyes begin to focus, forever it seems, I’m free of the restraints that bind me to the earth.
Abruptly, my descent stops, jarred back into reality, my legs start pumping again, I slide into the next turn, and start the whole process over again.
Now my son, I know that skiing is for dinosaurs, and old people, as all 13 year old kids would tell you.
I would like for you, to explain to me, what it is that so enthralls you, about strapping on a two by four with rope, and go flailing, with reckless abandon down a hill.
All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sand pile at school.
These are the things I learned:Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and equality and sane living.
Take any one of those items and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your family life or your work or government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm. Think what a better world it would be if we all - the whole world - had cookies and milk at about 3 o'clock in the afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments had as a basic policy to always put things back where they found them and to clean up their own mess.
And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out in the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.