I ride the shuttle up the canyons, so the original post was some ramblings.
That's why the grammar and spelling can be so bad sometimes in my posts cuz I gotta get off the shuttle halfway through editing.
Anyways, I got a chance to reflect on the guy in the tram and how I saw it as an auspicious sign that the snowstorm will continue as a series:
Against a backdrop of modern medicine finally relieving the fatigue of pandemic, an armed insurrection being squashed as a new administration takes power, the pillars of old and evil crashing down through the court of public opinion, and an 18" dump on a Saturday quenching a snow drought in the Rockies... a sense of inevitable victory prevailed throughout the Ikon hoard.
We came in full force, riding an energy of optimism that was lost almost a year ago. Young and old, woman and man, blue and red, rich and poor, core and kook - united together with a single objective: to get to the front of this massive tram line.
The ride to the top was speedy, and the run was a victory lap, a vicarious surf over the crest of a New America.
We peered over the cornice and into the bowl and saw the high water mark - the place where we spill down into the white vortex, and rolled into holistic senses of ourselves.
Our collective human spirit had been restored by the storm.
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