Sometimes you fly when you dance

even when your feet never leave the ground.

The graceful arcs of the tracks left by ski patrol’s

early descent of the slope, tell me

It is going to be a good day!

The seven inches of lovely, light, fresh snow

in the Columbine parking lot, clinch it!

Sometimes it’s hard to fly when you dance

and sometimes it’s hard to dance while you ski.

But, you can!

The tracks in the snow tell the tale to me.

Skiing is just dancing and flying –

at the same time.

Bill Corwin

Durango