The snow is falling outside my window and I am longing for the mountains of Colorado. When school vacations were still relevant, goggles, turtlenecks, neck warmers and snow pants were filled into duffle bags and my family would head out west for two weeks on the slopes. Chairlift rides were filled with singing and giggling, competing with cousins on who had the best voice. Eyes would twinkle and cheeks rosy at the end of the day from the exhaustion of conquering the days moguls while the plethera of colorful parkas wooped with delight below. Those were the days before cell phones and blackberries, when we were totally immersed in the adventures of the days surrounded by the people who matter most. I promise to return soon.
