Not much of a ski, but a wonder just to stand and watch in a gently falling snow, with a scolding squirrel in the firs behind me, then a crow arrives with a cry and a coyote saunters by as the snow picks up its pace for a while, the flakes in my face make me happy to be in this place, and my thoughts turn to how I ski where moose browse, how I work where lions and bears walk, how I walk in summer among wildflower blooms, and how good it is just to pause and be grateful