Skiing the Guggenheim

I use the wall as the tapestry to weave together times throughout history. Carruthers informed me. We are, after all, connected. Don't you think?

By the gentle sweeping of a grandfather clock's pendulum, Christmas returns each year to provide us with some of our happiest, and saddest, memories-the winter holidays binding people together in seemingly inexplicable ways, even when the threads are at their thinnest.

Seawater creeps inside an overturned car as its trapped occupant shivers; a father sees his son for the first time in years; an anxious bride awaits her soldier's homecoming; snow is wiped from the names on a tombstone; a dog learns the mystery of the universe; a hot-air balloon sails with a well-known nun accompanying a curmudgeon; an abandoned house feels its cobwebs pushed back by a familiar hand; a young man kneels before the love of his life.

Tie these pieces together as you sit back in your favourite armchair with a mug of cocoa, or cozy up under a blanket by the fire, and ski all the way to the Guggenheim. A dog or cat by your side is - optional...but highly recommended.