The sparkling conversation while on a ski lift gives one just a small glance in some stranger's life. Usually people don't talk to each other on a ski lift if they don't know each other, but occasionally you'll have a kind soul talking to you. I say a kind soul because what else could I think of them. I only get to talk to them for a couple of minutes. The conversations are mostly about skiing, where you are from, and are you having fun. The conversation no matter how quaint and trivial makes the ride seem shorter. What kind of people are these great athletes? What can I make of them with just a two-minute glance into the window of their lives? Mostly I want them to be kind, admirable people. I don't know why I want this. Maybe I consider myself some sort of inspector of humankind.

Skiing was great. Never have I experienced such a thrill. Yes, there are roller coasters, but I would have to consider a roller coaster a slightly impersonal thrill. Yes, it is an individual experience, but it is also a mass experience as well. They are built for the masses, not the individual. Now think about skiing. The skis, the boots, and the poles are all fitted for you. You control which way you go, the difficulty of the trail you want to ride, and the style you want to ride. You choose if you want to carve down the slope, or to head straight down the slope as fast you can.

Last but not least, the beauty of it all was stunning, breath taking. While I was skiing down this slope, a plane flew overhead. The combination reminded me of a James Bond movie. Along with the hum of the plane engine and the whoosh of my skiis, my mind added the James Bond theme song. I bet from the plane the hill across from the skiing slopes looked like the back of a sleeping snow-white hairy monster. I was simply amazed about how inspired I got just standing at the top of the hill watching the sun go down. Nothing is as quite beautiful as the sun setting behind the trees while you are going down the slope....Did I say nothing was quite as beautiful? Well there is one person that I could think of at that moment. Staring down the hill with the sun on top of the trees on the other hill, looking a jewel upon crown, there was one person that I thought about amidst all this natural beauty. I couldn't help but to think of Meg. I stood there atop that hill for about a minute thinking about her and this place. I couldn't help but to think in a way both of them are equal in their beauty. If I had to choose between the two of them, I know I would love to be at Meg's side. It has come to my attention that a lot of my entries are about Meg in some way, but let me ask you this: If you love someone so much, you need to express your feelings for them in some way, shape, or form. This happens to be my way. The written word is a powerful thing.