Giddiness and Laughter

                                            

The snow, large flakes of fluff, fell a few days ago. A few days of “ripening” on the field, on the hillside. The sound of my snowpants and boots crunch through the fragile snow shelf and is so satisfying that the trudging up the hill seems fun rather than arduous. 

We arrive topside, the wind having smoothed out any traces of other sledders. Ahh, where is the best place?! The smoothest? The fastest? Closer to the ramp which might catapult one up and over? Or a safer bet to start while nerves were steeled up?

Over and over we shoot down and laugh, tumbling headlong into the field below. Negotiating sleds—this one more comfortable, that one more speedy, but both of them filled with giddiness and laughter. Both of us too.