The clouds were moving from west to east at such a swift pace, the sky felt like it was sucking me up & beyond…
There’s a hard icy crust on top of the 4-5inch base. The trail was fast, slick, possibly a bit too exciting.
With the wind at my back, I thoroughly enjoyed the ski from trailhead to back fence. Once I crested the hill at the back 40 & turned around to face the field, the wind smacked me hard. My throat was already burning from the combination of exertion and cutting raw air, now any exposed skin ached. I scrunched down in the skis and pushed hard & fast with my calves in order to get the return ski over with & out of the exposure. At one point I was struck with a fierce headache across my forehead. The wind was piercing and dense, no escape in the open field even beside the woods.
Slicing across the last of winter’s snow, enjoying the pause that is these cold months, anticipating what lies ahead, but wanting to linger in this interlude.
Soon it will be spring.