GRACE TAKES NOTES
It’s The First Snow Of The Season — Time To Break Out The Skis!
I am always reminded of the magic
Nose pressed up against the window; I watch the snow fall. Each branch wears a delicate coating of soft snow, transforming the landscape into something new. The first snow of the season always carries this magic — this ability to make even the most mundane objects seem ethereal.
I clip into my cross-country skis, freshly waxed bottoms gleaming against the pristine snow. The bindings click. It is a familiar sound that awakens muscle memories from winters past.
I glide tentatively at first. This early snow is light and dry, perfect for skiing in the early morning light. My friend Lucy is behind me as we find our rhythm. Pole, glide, pole, glide — the only sound is the soft swish of skis and measured breathing.
Breaking trail through untracked snow is both challenge and privilege. We take turns as the morning progresses. The snow begins to change character, responding to the warming sun.
The day is writing its own story through the snow. I am merely one of its authors, adding my lines to its pages, witnessing the first chapter of winter unfold beneath my feet.
I’m not perfect, but I’m perfectly myself.
Grace🎶
