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Subject: Snow FantasyAnd now, back to the show:
From: <JW83HISW@MIAMIU.BITNET>
Date: Friday, 24 Jul 1992 10:42:24 EDT
Organization: Miami University - Academic Computer Service

Sundog now stands by the door, his coat on and his Terminator-style
sunglasses hanging around his neck.  He is suddenly shy abouttrying
to share this experience through writing: he doesn't often show his
writing to others.
Then he grins again, producing a quarter.  In one corner of the bar
appears a hyper-intelligent, pan-galactic jukebox.  The quarter sails
through the air and into the box, which gulps it down with a deep
sigh of pleasure.  "Mood music!" Sundog grins, then throws open the
door:
     Snow blasts in, driven by fierce winds.  The patrons of Callahans
suddenly find themselves on the side of a mountain.  Sunlight shatters
off of crisp white snow and gleams eerily through blue-green ice.  The
wind blows snowflakes all about them, as the song "Ride the Wind" by
Poisen is also blown around them.
 
    "Ride the wind, never comin back until I touch the midnight sun"
 
     With a shout of laughter and joy, Sundog leads the way down the
mountain.  The snow is solid and easy to glide on, the skis cut across
it with ease as he leans into the wind, gulping in the cold air.  The
wind dances along with him as he makes easy traverses along the broad
slope.  Pine trees seem black against the whiteness and are bowed under
cloaks of snow.
     Suddenly the slope changes, becoming filled with moguls.  The dozens
of little hills cause sudden turns and spins, leg muscles pumping all
the way through.  Other skiers leap off the top of the moguls, spinning
and twisting through their jumps.  Beyond the moguls gleams a sheet
of ice that is almost vertical.
     Teeth bared and heart beating wildly, Sundog attacks the challenge,
edges biting deep into the ice.  Tiny chips of ice fly into the air,
sparking tiny bits of white fire amidst the snow, as the skis chatter
loudly.
     Now into the trees: the snow is deep and soft, as Sundog ducks and
dodges between stark black trunks, slapping branches out of the way.
The trees end, and suddenly he is flying off of a small cliff, soaring
free with the wind and the snow, shouting with pure joy at the
sensation.
     He lands in an burst of soft powder snow, buried momentarily to
his waist.  Then he is moving again through this gentle field that
hasen't been skied by anyone else.  The feather light snow boils about
his knees as he glides through the snow that is so light, it feels like
he is skiing on pure air.
     Then the powder ends, and the entire group goes tearing down a
groomed run, cutting and running alongside each other, laughing and
cheering each other on.  Sundog spins around on his skis so he is
skiing backwards, looking up at the rest of the group.  "Now we try
somthing a little different!" he cries out, making a grand sweeping
gesture.
     Suddenly their gear changes from alpine to nordic, and Sundog
leads them in a cross-country trek through the woods.  It is so
incredibly quiet, away from the entire rest of the world, that you
actually hear the snowfall hitting the ground.  Breathing evenly,
legs and arms working with smooth precision, Sundog leads everyone
towards a clearing in the woods, where burns a bonfire, and other
skiers are dancing and pouring cider from big jugs.
 
The Snow Fantasy ends here:
     Sundog stands in the middle of the place, a joyous smile on his
face, his body quivering with energy and the desire to ski and be
out in the cold weather.  Then he exhales deeply and smiles out at
everybody.  "I hope ya'll liked that.  The experience of skiing is
so amazing, that if I could live in a place where I could ski year
'round and enjoy the cold weather, I'd leap at the chance!"
     As he moves to the bar, he continues: "Like I said, enjoy what
you wish.  I just wanted to try and show everybody why cold weather
is so enjoyable."  He settles in at the bar.  "Now I have to go
back to muggy ol' Ohio.  Ah well.  At least my apartment has a
very efficient air conditioner!"
 
Sundog
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If all the truths are lies/Stories of riders in the sky
Only the bravest try/Where eagles and angels dare to fly
Ride the wind                               Poisen
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