Saturday, December 04, 2004
Snow dreams
Not much going on here today. I have just been sitting around my apartment for most of the day. Tonight I am going to the toys for tots party in wrigleyville. It should be fun, and with my toy I get free boozin', so what more could I want? Well, since you asked...
A car is waiting outside of my apartment. Standing holding the rear door open of this blacked out 2004 Cadillac is a well dressed man who promptly takes my very few bags and places them in the tunk as I climb into the leather clad backseat, slumping down a bit to feel the soft leather on the back of my neck. As the driver climbs in and closes his door, he reaches over he back seat and hands me my passport. "No tickets ah needhed," he explains, "its a privoot jet".
I awaken as the tires hit the runway. Sunlight pours through the tiny window. As my eyes adjust I see a grand view of giant rugged mountains, violently jutting from the earth up through the clouds, where minutes ago I slept peacefully. The snow begins about one-third of the way up the mountain. A huge s.u.v. pulls up on the runway. Quickly the slick foriegn monster hums past the green valley and up towards the clouds. A large ram watches us pass from a rocky crevice. The mountain grass and flowers began to slowly give way to snow as we approach a running helicopter.
As I drop from the helicopter at the very peak of the mountain, my snowboard crunches through the thin frozen crust and down through the endless powder. For a moment I can see nothing but white, and hear nothing but the loud hum of the blades. As the chopper lifts away, I am engulfed in the huge blue sky, and the sound of the wind against the hood of my jacket. I sit for a moment. As close to heaven as I can imagine I'll ever be. I place my headphones under my hood and press play. Robert Walker's 20th Congress . I sail down towards the cloud line. At times gliding on top of the soft powder, flying as if I might take off and glide into the great blue sky. At other times leaning into the mounatin sending a large spray of powder up in front of my board, temporarily masking me from even the sun.
A car is waiting outside of my apartment. Standing holding the rear door open of this blacked out 2004 Cadillac is a well dressed man who promptly takes my very few bags and places them in the tunk as I climb into the leather clad backseat, slumping down a bit to feel the soft leather on the back of my neck. As the driver climbs in and closes his door, he reaches over he back seat and hands me my passport. "No tickets ah needhed," he explains, "its a privoot jet".
I awaken as the tires hit the runway. Sunlight pours through the tiny window. As my eyes adjust I see a grand view of giant rugged mountains, violently jutting from the earth up through the clouds, where minutes ago I slept peacefully. The snow begins about one-third of the way up the mountain. A huge s.u.v. pulls up on the runway. Quickly the slick foriegn monster hums past the green valley and up towards the clouds. A large ram watches us pass from a rocky crevice. The mountain grass and flowers began to slowly give way to snow as we approach a running helicopter.
As I drop from the helicopter at the very peak of the mountain, my snowboard crunches through the thin frozen crust and down through the endless powder. For a moment I can see nothing but white, and hear nothing but the loud hum of the blades. As the chopper lifts away, I am engulfed in the huge blue sky, and the sound of the wind against the hood of my jacket. I sit for a moment. As close to heaven as I can imagine I'll ever be. I place my headphones under my hood and press play. Robert Walker's 20th Congress . I sail down towards the cloud line. At times gliding on top of the soft powder, flying as if I might take off and glide into the great blue sky. At other times leaning into the mounatin sending a large spray of powder up in front of my board, temporarily masking me from even the sun.
// posted by Justin @ 4:25 PM 
