
Woke up with a craving for a good meal and a mountain climb. After throwing together some veggies, eggs and other goodness, we went to load the car to head out for a sunny snowshoe at Mount Seymour. After a slight roadblock of pinkie finger-caught-in-car-door, clinic visit, 2 stitches and an extra-strength advil later, we were back on the road to mountain tops.
Blueberry sky day, snow smiles, running slides and good company. Friends new to winter wondering, and the giddy nature of being (and acting) free and full of chutzpah because of open spaces, fresh air and slippery snow. I took many moments in nature - mountain top discussions of the rejuvenating nature of nature, trying to form snowballs without my pinkie finger and doing a poor job of free-falling into crusty snow. But my favourite moments were witnessing the smiles and child-like-excitement of those around me interacting with their surroundings: sliding down snowbanks, running down hills, and lying on the edge of the mountain. My moment was being a privileged witness to the moments of others.
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