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Last night, I drove hours through a dark, winding canyon, trading mountains for desert. The man whose sharp, cyan eyes met mine this morning was the reason for my dangerous excursion, and, as I comprehend through the heat and haze of the moment, why I dreamed of snow.

Our fling started in the deep, dark months of winter. Keeping our developing intimacy to a minimum, our courtship consisted purely of skiing. We did enjoy the random, but intense, connection that our families shared with Snowbird Ski Resort in Northern Utah; our grandparents were involved in the development of the resort. And we created music together. During those winter months, we enjoyed each other’s company in the mountains and in bed. When May arrived, Colin started his summer job as a raft guide in southern Utah and we had to part ways. I was uncertain of how our loosely formed relationship would hold over what would be close to four summer months of separation. There would only be a couple of chances to see each other, and each required one of us to take on the three-hour drive.