Always thinking

The perfect snowflake

I was sitting on the lift bench of Kirkwood valley ski resorts: I heard it's notoriously windy, notoriously full of good skiiers, notoriously cozy, its lift bench is notoriously fast and pushy, which is where I was sitting on. Bored and frozen, I started to count how many snow flakes on my jacket, I don't remember last time I ever obeserved one piece of snow flake so closely that I actually knew the shape of it, which was I was doing on that freezing ski lift bench: it's a perfect shape of the snow flake described in textbook, so perfect that It looked more like a crisytal piece of art than just one of the billions snow drops floating in the sky. That becomes the perfect image of the day.

Interestingly, even lot of things happened during this weekend's ski trip, there are only two images in my mind about it that makes me feel worthwhile, the hevenly board of California and Navada and the long freezing snowy ride on the kirkwood lift.

posted by Road less travelled @ 12:15 AM