Some days, you wake up and suddenly it dawns on you (yes that was a terrible pun): now THIS is going to be one of those days. And sometimes they are.
At 10 am on Friday I was sick. I knew I wasn't going skiing. Even though the snow is new and fresh and calling in the way only snow can call. At 1 pm I was wavering. Maybe I'll feel better. At 4 I was packing. At 6 I was in a car on my way to Kirkwood. At midnight I was at altitude, ready for that strange sleep I get: air different, sleep light, easily disturbed, rarely more than five hours, and then waking up one eye at a time. How am I? Groggy like a boxer losing in the fifth round? Elated with breathing the rare air, light on the earth?
Wake up to rituals of fending off certain illnesses: netti pot with salt, zinc in capsules, doing that thing that person told you to do to imagine getting better. Then breakfast: the fresh ground coffee brought from the flatlands, the eggs with the right salsa, juice and toast and eat it at the kitchen bar on a high stool in front of the computer. Make the new playlist for that day because you have a feeling it might be one of those days. Mixing, listening, talking to Ian about writing and Pete about skiing, cleaning up, finding every bit of ski gear right where you left it.
Leave the house with this playing in your helmet:
Endless Reverie (Zaman 8 Remix) Azam Ali
Innocente (Falling In Love) (Mr. Sam's Remix) Delerium Feat. Leigh Nash
Big In Japan Alphaville Forever Young
love letter to japan the bird and the bee
The Answer (Feat. Big In Japan UNKLE
Young Forever (feat. Mr. Hudson) Jay-Z
Joan Talvin Singh
Cities On Flame With Rock and Roll Blue Öyster Cult
(Dawning Of A) New Era The Specials
Don't Go Back To Sleep Vision II- Sprit Of Rumi/Graeme Revell
Star Shpongled Banner Shpongle
Always Blind Pilot
Vibrate On Augustus Pablo & Upsetters
Man in the Street The Skatalites
Our Lips Are Sealed Dub Fun Boy Three Step into the brilliant sunlight, another bluebird day, and hoist the skis and the boots. Three, four hundred yards to the lift, as the lungs get used to the effort and the body shifts and it occurs to you that you aren't ill, in fact...the opposite. The mountains are forever, and this life is not, unless this moment is forever, and the mountains as well, and all these bipeds doomed to die, and their muddles and fears and glimpes of eternity.
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