Here.

I had one of those moments of existence. Where you have a feeling of existing in the world - not of your significance or insignificance, but of standing and being and moving in the world. This is what I feel when I snowboard; when I'm all alone in powder. Me, my breath, the crunch and hiss of the snow, the occasional squeak or lumbering crash of snow dumping off a branch to crush the drift below. Tonight I walked down a slight hill, past unoccupied construction. In the muffled silence of evening I heard my footfalls, and the zip zip of pants that have come too close in the thighs, or the knees, when I loose my balance ever so slightly.