I remember going to ski for the firs time.
the way the resort smelled
and how the hot apple cider smelled
I remember the firs day dish
like fireworks going off every time you took a bite
white feather's touch as your skis sunk into the soft, new Champlain powder .
I remember the ridge
how the snow sparkled in he moonlight.
each time I recall this memory i smile at all the other memories attached to TAOS.
Laughing I know that each year there will be more memories that my brother sister and I can talk about and share forever.
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