The Sandias have become at least three times taller. They rise above the clouds and are covered with snow. A golden search light near the summit house shines beams onto South Peak. I can see figures with tiny lights moving half way up the peak. My view zooms in and I can see that they are skiers and snowboarders, all part of the "Jast" celebration. I watch a blond girl attempt a jump, flip and land on her head. She argues with the officials but they insist that she was "not prepared."
I can fly. I am flying over Sandia Crest, looping and diving and swooping through the canyons. I am following a flying boy. I was supposed to get some pictures of him but I forgot the camera.