the best party of my holiday was driving up the canyon in the afternoon, building a fire on the snow and watching the light change as it became evening.
there is something about having less of something that makes it more beautiful...I think this is true of sunlight in the winter.
the chef, and his Christmas Eve menu...on the way back home, he jumped out of the truck, grabbed my old metal-runnered sled and flew down the road for about half a mile- I could barely keep up with him in the truck.
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