Skiing down the flanks of Bear Mountain,
I could see the evening light creeping into the valley
like a thief. Stealing from me the ability to
clearly see the trail as I dropped down from the upper reaches.

Cold and beautiful. My skiing partner and I miscommunicated or
rather, we failed to communicate at all, and we became separated at
the top of the mountain.... I zigged, he zagged, and we were both
excessively worried about the other.

Thankfully, our worry was in vain and we arrived about 5 minutes apart
at our vehicle shortly after dark dark dark descended on the valley
A little shaken but not stirred....