First Tracks

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.

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