I reckoned, "No new posts until it stops snowing..."
But when will that be? The wind won't stop blowing
This meter of snow from the last seven days,
The mountain awash with a blanket of haze.
When have I ever asked it to stop?
To give it a rest, to leave the last drop?
It feels so wrong praying for less,
But the slopes are filled and the road's a mess!
God open the pass and start the lifts,
I've been sitting for days and my legs are stiff.
So here's to the morning, sunny and clear!
I want deep turns, face shots, and as always, a beer.