Am I internally contradictory? Am I inconsistent?
OK, yes. I nod in self-recognition.
I borrowed Mr S’s goggles and hit the slopes yesterday. It was bucketing down.
And heaven! Like sliding on icing sugar. Soft. Quiet.
I wish I had my own googles. I would have been out for much longer! Up and down; up and down. Purposelessly! Mindfully? (Well, I was mindful of the lift ticket that I bought and thought I better make use of it. Glad it made me head out instead of staying inside for another day.)
And no queues! Jumped straight onto the chair lifts.
Look at the home run. You’re looking straight up it. (Photo taken this morning from the back stairs of our block.)
And last night’s photo of nature’s swizzle sticks. The stripes are snow falling. Exciting for Aussies. Snow, that is. And icicles.