Hiya.
Yeah, I'm here. Actually writing words, not just posting pictures and being all Duuur! It's snowing! I'm skiing, look at me, if you can even tell who I am under these fifteen gagillion layers of fleece!
I was feeling a little inspired because we've had about eight inches of snow since midnight. I love snow. I love the falling snow, the sitting snow, the snow as it bounces and spreads like powder when you walk through it.
I tried to do some skiing today but the amounts of loose powder were a little too much. I did get to make some fresh tracks for the first time in my life. By which I mean, I skied down part of a hill that was totally buried under like 5 inches of snow. While I was skiing through it my skis sank down and I couldn't even see them. It was the coolest thing. I loved leaving new tracks. It was like making a permanent mark on nature without the notion of damage, you know, like carving your name into a tree. All the pine trees are covered in snow and it is just a beautiful winter landscape.
It calms me. It renews me.
Yesterday was not a good day. It was very very dark. I woke up with a headache possibly from too much wine the night before, or not enough water after the wine, or just the dry, oxygen-depleted air. But I woke up feeling depressed and then I grew anxious about how I would manage the day, feeling depressed and being around all my family in a small little condo. I did not feel like putting on five layers of shirts, two pairs of pants and ski boots and a hat and gloves and a neck gator and a jacket, but I did. And I skied a little but I still felt like shit. I made it through the day because all days, good and bad do come to an end. I was in bed at 8:30 "resting" and asleep by 9:15. I woke u at 7am today feeling like a different person. I think that's how this depression thing goes, you just never know how you are going to feel and sometimes the lower days are lower than you think you can manage and you just want to go to sleep.
But today ... was better. I loved every second of being outside. I loved the falling snow freezing on my neck gator and the moisture in my nose freezing until it felt like I had snot-sicles. I loved making new tracks in the snow and I made myself eat better, yogurt at breakfast for protein, a big sicilian sandwich* at lunch with wasn't the best for my cholesterol, but I suppose the protein is a good thing.
So I'm going out now. Out to do some shopping, to meet Dad and Jo for dinner and then back here to be in my fleece clothes and watch a movie. I have one more day to ski. So sad ... I really love the air and the quiet. OH MY GOD .... the quiet on the slopes on a not too busy day ... you actually hear the "shshshshhhhh" sound of the snow falling. It's invigorating.
*In a follow-up entry I will discuss the pros, cons and absolute irate comments I experienced after paying $8.75 for a sandwich. Which means, Marc and I both ate lunch for $19.45. No drinks, no chips. Two sandwiches.
