Björn

My skiing companion this week.
Here we are somewhere on a mountain, in cloud, with snow falling. The only thing that isn't white is us skiers and the poles marking the edges of the slope. On this first day our couriers are showing us the slopes so we can find our way around. Some hopes!
We ski down, one behind the other, using the person in front to orientate ourselves. If they disappear the eyes see only whiteness and the brain suddenly has much less idea what is up or down.  There were a few tumbles but mostly it was a weird sort of fun.
(Backblipped 10 March)