Exiting my snowcave, I run with EXUBERANCE

As I emerge from my snow cave I run with EXUBERANCE along the path to ...

I long for my mountain cabin ...

I long to dance with the elements in the high country: the icicles, the bristle cone pine trees, the gentle slopes of sliding on skiis, the outhouse I run from in the distance

to the fire inside ...

the cabin!

MY SNOWCAVE is "on your left" (as they say in Nordic races) in the side-wall of snow where an icicle hangs.

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It' snowing outside and I look for my SNOWCAVE once more

a Significant Others dance in winter time ... STYLE is usually warm and here I go minimum but BLACK helps. My whole body covered in black as I curled up in a little hole;

My snowcave to hide in, retreat into, I fit totally inside.

EMERGING out head first and arching up as I push my self, force my body to "come out and play" !

I have done many dances up at the huts in winter time over the years with only journals and drawings to share; now I will have videos to post ( whenever I get mine and learn how to use it ... argh!)

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