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It’s no secret I’ve been loving this ski season. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow has been my mantra since October, so a solid base would be laid down by December when the ski resorts opened. Time after time I awoke with anticipation, after having heard a weather report the night before, promising a visit from Jack Frost. I have rarely been disappointed; although he is not a man for all seasons, he certainly has been front and center since the autumn leaves began to fall. Here’s what he brought yesterday:
Lately I’ve begun to realize that I am pretty much all alone in this mindset. People who had shared my enthusiasm are wondering when they will once again be free to jog with baby strollers and man’s best friend on the greenfields of summer. To them I say, all things bright and beautiful are worth the wait.
I’ve said goodbye to all that represents the season here, even the goodfellows at the Silver Lake restaurant, at mid-mountain. I’m sure they will be happy to go back home again to Chile, Argentina or Brazil. Even if they were born in the U.S.A., they will leave the frantic resort pace for the slow sweetness of summertime.
And this is my wish for you: that you experience a physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual rebirth as we move into a new cycle of life.