I like getting burrs in my hair. I like digging the blades of my snowshoes in powder, then sliding down a hill on my ass. I like watching a Schnauzer snowbunny in front of me, and Jeremy plowing his way through the trees, swinging from branch to branch to keep from tumbling down the side of a hill. I like stopping to look down at the houses off Sumac, to feel taller than I did just a moment ago. I like going uphill, knowing there will be a descent. I like not thinking about tomorrow.
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