Erica Jong - The Color of Snow lyrics

For David Karetsky (April 14, 1940-March 12, 1991) , k**ed in an avalanche Putting the skis down in the white snow, the wind singing, the blizzard of time going past your eyes, it is a little like being snowed in in the Connecticut house on a day when the world goes away and only the white dog follows you out to make fresh tracks in the long blue shadow of the mountain. We are all halfway there, preferring not to think about it. You went down the mountain first, in a blaze of light, reminding us to seize our lives, to live with the wind whistling in our ears, and the light bedazzling the tips of our skis and the people we love waiting in the lodge below scribbling lines on paper the color of snow, knowing there is no holding on but only the wind singing and these lines of light shining in the fresh snow.