Lost and Found

Along the years, having lost more than my innocence, I now find myself very please to have my lust for snow back. I could say that having skied until late april last year, or that a summer of lizarding around in the Rockies, or even that enjoying the joys of sipping a luke warm single malt while flipping anything from smokies to AAA Alberta beef tenderloin on the BBQ with my favorite rascalz friends made me forget about the pleasures of the snow. No folks, I will not.

For yesterday I had to swallow back those very words that were hidden in the darkest corners of my subconcsious. Foolishness everybody, might be what`s awaiting us. Snow finding it`s way under touques, inside our nostrils, and to the dislike of every potential plumber, in the zone between the cr*ck and the lower back. But, along the way, fat snow flakes will be found... snow to the right and to the left will be distributed... and the most important: that electric signal travelling trough our spinal cord will indeed make it to the brain...