Can I Play in the Snow?
When I was a little kid, I loved to be out in the snow. I also wanted everything I owned to be out in the snow. After learning how to ride a tricycle, the following winter I was on it in the snow. The bicycle? Yep, to the snow we went (that was little trickier). I was up skiing today (sixteen new inches of powder) and I was thinking about why I loved it so much—it started with the snow!
Snow has a certain quality about it. Go outside after a snowstorm, even a few inches, and you'll feel like you've stepped inside an underground parking lot (the ones with all the sound deadening material). It's quiet and mute and is cotton for the ears.
I found energy in the snow. I spent hours in the snow just to be out in it. I enjoyed walking to school as a child because it meant that in certain months, there would be snow to kick around, throw, make snowmen with and track in the house.
When I turned 13, I learned how to ski and found the best of all worlds - snow and freedom. Skiing, especially on deep powder days, provides a feeling not found anywhere else. If you've done your living right, it's effortless and may be the closets thing to floating on a layer of air.
I don't get to ski as much as I used to because of time, the cost and well, life. If I go 7 or 8 times, I'm happy. It's not as much as I'd like, but it's enough to get that "feeling" and to play in the snow.
Posted on January 20, 2006
1 Comments
Your recollection has me doing the same. My early youth had no opportunity for skiing but oh yes the involvment with the magic of snow. The cold. The solitude. The quite. A young boy on the sledding hill listening to the the runners of the sled cutting through the icey snow while imagining what ever the mind could. Finally, giving up for the night before turning into a human popcycle. Knowing the cold hadn't won but the innocent boy had. He'll be back...soon.
February 27, 2006 04:53 PM