it takes an ocean

"‘whenever i can,’ he answered. ‘when i tried hood last time, a freak storm dropped so much powder i had to sidestep up the mountain on my skis. so much blowing snow, i could barely see my feet.’ as we worked all night to save the books, john shared his mountain adventures with me. i was fascinated by the foreign world he described and mesmerized by his deep blue eye. his gaze captured me so intensely his eyes became my world. when john began to speak to me, my universe expanded to include his words, me, and him."

arlene blum, breaking trail