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First Snowfall in the High Country 👀

“Damn it’s cold,” my roommate says to no one in particular as he wanders upstairs. His face is hidden behind the hood of his puffy, which is cinched so tightly that all I can see from across the room is his nose and eyes. I laugh. We’re both dressed to ski despite it only being 65 degrees outside and both being located firmly inside. Plus, the living room is both insulated and heated.

The only natural response is to pull up ski resort webcams. It is, in fact, snowing in the high country. Various snow stakes show more than a foot of fresh that fell overnight. Meanwhile, rain is still driving down outside our windows, meaning snow must still be accumulating in the colder temps up high. My roommate and I share a glance, a little head tilt and raise of an eyebrow. No words need to be spoken, but he breaks the silence.

“Should we go?” Another long silence follows. We both look back at the snow stake on my computer screen. Through the virtual medium, it looks fluffy enough. A little butterfly awakens in my stomach, flutters up to my chest. A rising excitement.

In the end, we stay put. Sometimes the fantasy of something is better than the payoff. Might as well let the feeling linger. But, let me tell you, the snow has started to fall in my dreams.

—Liam

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