Silence fills the air
As we hurtle down the plain
Age is just a number;
Youth our only aim
The landscape melts away
The clouds appear to part
My soul hangs on, and then I feel
The beating of my heart
Once more I alight
The angels by my side
The mountaintop reveals itself
And once again we ride
This is why we do it
This is why we’re here
This is one more way
To exorcise our fears
For in the end, it is we
The silly chosen few
That will still be flying
When the Earth is cleaved in two
***
I wrote this years ago, and found the notebook when I was moving house. I knew I liked it but didn’t realise how apt it would be for this year.
So. I already spoke about how this winter is gonna be - come rain or shine - one for the books. What I hadn’t banked on was the significance of this winter. If you’ll allow me some basic mathematics:
I was born July 22nd 1983, and moved away from Ontario when I was 15 years and 35 days old.
I moved to the West Coast October 20th, 2005. Fifteen years and 36 days days later, I will have OFFICIALLY lived in the Sea to Sky corridor longer than anywhere else in my life. That significant date? November 26th, 2020.
Otherwise known as Opening Day for the only ski zone I call home.
It won’t be a celebration more than any other year (keep socially distant out there boys and girls), but if we see each other, I’ll have an unlimited amount of air hugs and air high fives to dish out.
Because, that’s what locals do.
