Ice Climbing Together

by Sean Leary What is it about the early sun on the snow that makes a girl more beautiful?  Fresh, new, pure, alive.  That day we walked together, bundled close, into the enveloping white of the canyon.  The snow crunched under our feet, mile after mile on the steeps.  It is quiet and we are alone, the endless glittering canyon ours.  We walk together, hands grasping hands as we slide on the descent through the stoic trees.  We take our time in the sensual cold, we are in no hurry. When our purchase drops away we hold tight – staring … Continue reading Ice Climbing Together