To me the slopes are heaven.  Up and down the mountain, with the skis making that wonderful sound when they go against the snow.  There is always that moment when I’m up on the chairlift and the wind is blowing and it is completely silent.  I love that.  As close to heaven as we get here on earth.  Whilst actually being tethered to Earth.

Today the slopes looked like heaven.  Maybe heaven is a ski slope.  Maybe once you get to heaven, it is just slopes everywhere.  That’s a heaven I could get behind: