Powder days on the mountain, my husband gets everyone up early so the boys can get first in line at the chair lift. I thought it was about the feel of your skis, invisible to you, gliding under deep snow.
But today was a bluebird day. The sky Easter egg blue. Not a cloud to be seen. Sunny, warm. It’s been snowing for weeks.
I took a long walk that criss-crossed the stream, through the village, down quiet roads lined with aspens and open fields of untouched snow – golf courses in another month.
Untouched snow that draws you in. Be the first, it whispers to you. Be the only. Ever.
Because I am beautiful, and I will melt soon.
New fallen snow is one of the only places on earth where no one has been or touched before.
I couldn’t help myself. First tracks. Wrote my name in the snow. First and only.