Outside it snows
casually swirling
but never piling up on the ground.
Inside it is warm.
People read, draw, sleep
and focus cameras.
Each in their own direction,
yet connected by this trip.
Where will we all be 5 years
from now? Where was the
single snowflake 5 years ago?
Perhaps in the ocean or falling
on a tropical shore.
But now, today, it rambles
downward toward the cold sea of snow,
together, with its forever-family…
All from different places, now united.
Like us.

from the journal of Naomi McVey
2000 Teton Trip