When were you last suprised by joy?
Posted on Jul 22nd, 2008
by 
Farland
Farland
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for July 22, 2008:
I was thinking today how one of my best friends is the weather. I love that though I can see storms brewing miles away they always arrive overhead as a surprise of wind or rain or snow or lightening or wavy aired heat and never once in a lifetime the same. The other day I skiied hard in a downpour sweat washing off as it appeared like being a fish underwater but with room between the water to breathe, and the sky black.
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August 2008 
The other day you skiied? Is this on some other planet? What are you skiing on, here it's 90 degrees F and aren't you sort of on the same planet as me? No, never mind.
Here. I have skis with wheels on them and then I use my winter boots and poles and ski up long mountain passes. The wheels have a ratchet thing inside the back ones so they only go forward to replace the “kick wax” from the winter nordic skis. When it is raining it is cooler and the roads are empty and I can pretend I'm in Scotland or Norway.
yes, for me too…the old outdoors continually conspire with me… I love to be outside to see what kind of day it's going to be. I love surprises.