|Hiking Mt. Sentinel before the snow came last week.|
And in Missoula, the clouds have descended on the valley and will block the sun for months on end. It's now that I realize how much I like sun.
In winter, sitting on a chair outside on a sunny winter day, eyes closed, with the sun in my face feels like a luxury.
In Finland, Jen and I met a guy at a soup bar who said that the secret to happily getting through winter is to have a winter sport. For him it was hockey. For Jen and I it was, and continues to be, skiing.
I have to say that I didn't miss winter last year. I know, though, that once I get up on the hill, I'll be reminded of my love of skiing.
So much of joy is physical, at least for me. When my body is happy, I'm happy.