Sunday, March 18, 2012

Son of Powder

The other day I got a sticker for my helmet that said "son of powder" on it and had a picture of a zombie holding some skis. Today I felt like that zombie at times. A couple times I had a bad fall and ended up almost completely buried in the snow. When I was digging out I almost felt like one of those zombies in the movies, their hand shooting out then rising from the ground. During some points in the day I felt like I was rising from the dead or being born from the powder.


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