Breathe
March 2nd, 2010
I can always breathe in Arosa. After the car ride during which The Boychen refused to sleep even though we purposely left at his nap-time, after the last 40 minutes when Small Boy’s admirable patience finally deserted him and he began asking “How much longer?” every five minutes and then arguing with us over the reply, after the mad dash to the sport store for helmets and sleds five minutes before closing, after the unpacking, I can breathe. A person can breathe up there, can breathe in big lungfuls of snow and sky, can breathe in this:
Yes, a person can breathe up there.
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Stunning. (And you went sledding!!)
Sledding was good – it was the ice castle that nearly did us in. Wait til you see the picture of the Boychen’s near-death experience. Just have to figure out how to pixilate out R’s face.
“A person can breathe up there, can breathe in big lungfuls of snow and sky…”
I love this sentence, and it’s making me all the more excited for our snow vacation in a couple of weeks. We may even have to spring for a sled this time!