It doesn’t matter how old or jaded you are. It doesn’t
matter how gruff a mountain man you pretend to be or how intense you are about
skiing, riding, slaying, ripping, shredding, or whatever it is you do. It
doesn’t even matter how unmoved you are by the natural world on an average day.
No one is immune to the delicate dance of snow crystals in the morning light.
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