May everyone find some sunshine and happiness in these uncertain times. Sweet season for outdoor activities locally in the green rain forest jungle. Health and safety to all. Our sun’s heading slowly back toward winter.
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Another thing friends are for
To our Season Passers: Optimism Easier With You
Barry Miller Bethesda, MD and Eriks & Linda Brolis Onego, WV and Beth Hestick Dry Fork, WV
Volunteer Ski Patrollers: Stro, Adam, Ben, Jeff, Penny, Paul, Jason, Gary, Brad, Chip, Joel, Janelle, Liz, Krissy, Mike, John, Dwight, Steve, locals Dr. Ed Rader, Dr. Tom Johnson, and other visiting patrollers. Safety First!
Weather Systems by Barbara Crooker
Sugar maples, little fires in the trees, every blazing gradation
of orange to red, and this makes me think of you, the way
you press the long length of your body against me, the heat
seeping through flannel, my own private furnace.
If only hands and feet had a color, it would be blue.
From November until May, I cannot get warm.
Even my bones have cores of ice. But you
are a house on fire, an internal combustion system,
Sriracha sauce/ jalapeño poppers/Thai curry. I stay up
late, read until you’re asleep, so I can slip my icy feet,
frozen toes, under the smoldering log of your torso.
Even in the dark, you radiate. I am a cold front, a polar low
coming down from the arctic. And you, why you,
you’re the sun.