We took a little break from the city and spent two days out near the east coast at a ski resort called Yeong Pyong. It snowed the entire time we were there. It was the best skiing I've ever experienced. Soft powder and no lines. One of my favorite moments of our trip was riding up the ski lift with Jim. Looking down at his coat he said, "Look at the snowflakes. There are no two alike". The white snowflakes danced and sparkled on his black coat. I would never have noticed them, but once I did, I found myself mesmerized by the tiny, delicate movements of their short lives. I was lost in a moment of wonder.
