This Is Insect Speed...

I'm at the point where I'm considering changing the name of this Blog to "Powder Dreams"...

As a young child, your first dreams were of flying. You buzzed around in circles, arms outstretched, hoping the wind would take you. Climbing a giant tree, diving into a pile of leaves, jumping off a roof into a snowbank.
You were obsessed with comic books and action movies, superheroes and costumed adventurers . Epic tales of ordinary people transformed, given to do something more than human. Immune to the dangers of this world, able to leap pitfals, dodge obstacles banish enemies with a wave of the hand, and catch bullets aimed for the heart. Somewhere along the way, bruises, bullies and homework took a toll, and perhaps you stopped imagining such silliness.
Years later you started riding the snow, and you couldn't get enough. Something about it drove you, pulled you in. Everyday felt better and better. For fleeting moments you felt a power withing - everything flowed. And then it was gone.
Then, one day, it happens. You awake feeling changed, charged. You leap from your bed without effort. Your eyes see beyond the walls, high off in the distance. You don your costume, grab your talisman and float out the door. Nothing can slow you down. The sky is blue and the sun is shining. A field of smooth, perfect white snow sparkles and beckons you. Dropping in, mortality falls away, the burden of gravity slides from your shoulders and time and space collapse into a single line ahead of you. The world consists of you, the snow, this moment, and nothing else.

At long last, you've learned to fly.

It's a Shared Addiction...Why Powder rules our lives. - Tom Chalmers

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