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spent a few hours skiing the slopes at Winter Park Co today.
most of the time kept a running internal dialogue (yes, i imagined myself in two persons) about how clumsy i am, how i should push my legs and knees together and straighten my back
about control control control
and my lack thereof
little things -- how to properly fasten my glove,
how to thaw my frozen fingers
how to make sure my goggles don't slide down my neck
how to turn using my legs, not my torso,
how to lean in instead of leaning out
how not to be so afraid of speed
i am so fascinated with grace
me, bundled up in six layers of dress-things,
in a rented helmet and boots,
in a jacket that is too tight around the hips
with a wide smile showing off my horse teeth
still fascinated with grace.
it was very cold on the mountain, but oh so beautiful.
then it got even colder, and the fog settled in --
but then it was time to leave.
most of the time kept a running internal dialogue (yes, i imagined myself in two persons) about how clumsy i am, how i should push my legs and knees together and straighten my back
about control control control
and my lack thereof
little things -- how to properly fasten my glove,
how to thaw my frozen fingers
how to make sure my goggles don't slide down my neck
how to turn using my legs, not my torso,
how to lean in instead of leaning out
how not to be so afraid of speed
i am so fascinated with grace
me, bundled up in six layers of dress-things,
in a rented helmet and boots,
in a jacket that is too tight around the hips
with a wide smile showing off my horse teeth
still fascinated with grace.
it was very cold on the mountain, but oh so beautiful.
then it got even colder, and the fog settled in --
but then it was time to leave.