The warmest color
purple -> violet -> ultraviolet
Bear with me for a second and imagine if you will a bright and sunny winter day.
You have taking some time off and are about to embark on a vacation to the mountains. While there you intend to do a little snowboarding among other things. Of course, how most vacations go, the first few days are relegated to the lodge and other indoor attractions due to winter storms and ski lifts being closed due to inclement weather. (Wait didn’t you tell us to imagine a bright and sunny day, yes I did thanks for remembering and I’ll get to it don’t worry) Finally the heavens have relinquished their brutal assault on the land and as a result, and unbeknownst to the heavens, they have blanketed it with the most welcome of sights for any carvaholic — crispy fresh pow.
Being the studious and industrious type you listened to the forecasts and were ready for this most fortuitous event. So armed with your stick you head out the door early in the morning with the bright sun cresting over the peak and the cloudless sky promising a beautiful sunny day. Not wanting to waste this chance to shred some freshie pow pow and carve your way down the mountain you rush to the ski lifts; hoping the liftie, whether he waked and baked, is still up and ready. This being your first run of the morning and so is serious stuff you tell the liftie you will forgo the ganjala ride and take the lift up the mountain and scarf down a warm scone to fuel up. Halfway up you remember you forgot sunscreen and chapstick. Well hell its winter who cares.
While at the top you decide to take the piste down instead of the monkey trail. The first run wasn’t to bad, I mean, you stomped a few tricks and weren’t impeded on your run by any gaffers and that’s always nice. So you spend the next few morning hours shreddin’ the gnar. Well even the most hale of fellows needs some sustenance so you head in for a quick bite. After downing some righteous chow and satiating your growling stomach you head out for another round.
For the afternoon session you decide to dance a little jib and hit the rails. You stomped off some mad tricks and slayed the battleship without a garage sale. Unfortunately the sun starts to recede so after ridin’ high on the last lift up you take a chill ride down the mountain on the piste. Sure it was a slow start to the stickcation, with two days reluctantly devoted to indoor activities, the first day on the pow pow was pretty nasty. In fine spirits after a day blastin’ down the badass couloirs and carving up the piste you see some pricks on sticks, and still somewhat wonked from the final ganjala ride, you decide to snow slap’em and totally waste’em. Not a bad ending to a great day of shreddin’. Time for a little aprés skis at the lodge.
Having celebrated a gnarly first session by downing a few it is time to repose for the night. You spend the night sprawled out on the luxurious bed. Obviously looking forward to awakening refreshed and relaxed. Upon rousing from your slumber you feel anything but refreshed with a slight prickling sensation on your cheek as you remove your face from the drool soaked pillow. Not easily discouraged you shrug it off and head to the shower knowing the warm water will induce the refreshing sensation that seems to elude you. The water warmed and ready you hop in and being the ritual, but upon sticking your face under the undulating shower stream the prickling discomfort once again rears its ugly head.
That is when you realize you have fell victim to the warmest color de novo.(ultraviolet…violet…violet…UltraViolet)
