From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole
scene had an eerie surreal quality, like when you're
on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on
at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers
raced across the grassy field toward each other like
two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m.
traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m.
there are much better things to do with your life than spend it ruining others. -wh@t
Skiing is an art form, an escape from all things bad, skiing is perfect, skiing is my obsession.
Love is the amazing shivers you get when you're silently slipping through trees on a powder day, that overwhelming feeling of contentment where your heart beats a little faster and louder. That unmistakable grin of happiness that you can't shake off. It's unconditional, it's unbeatable, it's compassion and it's adventure.