In my deepest essence, I’m a skier. Skiing is an ethereal passion for me, and it colors every aspect of my life. As a result, I see spring differently than most people. How do you see it?

As spring progresses, I see the snow begin to disappear. First, the rock outcroppings become more stark as the snow pulls away from their jagged faces. You hear water trickling beneath the surface. Sometimes, your skis skim across a small creek that’s beginning to make it’s way to the bottom of the mountain through the departing snow.

Summer is coming.

But, before then, there’s much skiing to be done. Spring skiing is full of magic as the seasons collide on a mountainside. Most casual skiers are thinking of golf or getting their bikes rolling, so the slopes are empty. For the most part, dangers are limited, so options for skiing actually expand. And the snow is miraculous, turning all of us into heroes.

The sun is warm, the sky its deepest blue, the snow its most brilliant white.

So we ski…

Soon, too soon, the snow will retreat to its hiding places in hidden snow fields and glaciers. Some of us will climb for a few turns and the joy of the snow. But summer will be here.

We’ll bike to the upper reaches of our beloved mountains, hike to a new alpine lake, or even discover a new country. It will be a new season.

Soon, though, the nights will turn cooler. There will be a whisper on the wind. The clouds will rest lower on the peaks and the trees will sigh and change…

Winter won’t be far behind…

Let’s go!

Stephen Hultquist
http://stephenhultquist.com/