Day 314 and I emerge into the 4th suite by J.S. Bach. This time I am in Keystone, Colorado. The snow rises with the mountains as the tops of pine trees wade in white dust. As we drive up the mountain we look ever the road edge only to see the ridges and valleys have disappeared into a foggy chalky abyss. After skiing and snow shoeing we return to our cabin and warm by the fire. After a few hours of friendship and libation I retire to my room and dance to my music. Solitude suits me. As I slide into bed I close my eyes, my body at peace, as the snow falls silently outside my window lulling me to sleep.