parking Temperature: -8 °. A crisp and healthy. The clear sky as her eyes. The sun still hidden behind the Timogno, but that leaves already see the first rays. The empty mind.
After days of rain, the sun finally!
same old story: snowshoes, skis and boots, rucksacks, and begin to rise. The air is cold. Enter the nostrils and goes to the brain.
Few alpine skiers in front of me (I will meet more during the descent).
first feel your fingers freeze, but within 5 minutes already sudo.
I like listening to the sound of my breath as I walk. Relaxes me.
Way and thoughts begin to run, faster, more light, until dissolved. And 'This is the moment I prefer!
The first rays of the sun touches the snow. Today is ice on the surface and streaked by snow cats.
Snowmobile .. why is it called so? Has little to do with a cat-eyed and white ice ... here, so it should be my snowmobile!
The fresh air obviously blurs my thoughts, but it makes me euphoric at the same time ...
When I enter the shelter say hello: "Hello darling, only now ?...". What a feeling. I went from here so many times? It seems to be at home ...
I take the usual "the hot lemon just so much sugar," do I change the boot / ski boots - snowshoe / ski, and go downstairs.
My legs are a bit 'bad ..
Usual place of emotions.
