Snow has become a metaphor for my life in so many ways. The two are amazingly intertwined in my existence. Snow offers me everything I wish I could have from life?in such a simple way. With snow I can create my own perfect men from a few lumps of snow and a carrot, my own angels with a few flaps of my arms, and huge balls with a scoop of the white stuff. The amazing thing about both is that we are constantly praying for just a little more; another day of snow, another day of life. In their solitude I am alone but I am never lonely; and I know that someday all those I have loved and lost will be riding again with me in the pillowy whites of heavens backcountry. Act yourself. Be yourself. Word.