A different kind

of beautiful. 
After a seriously busy blue sky weekend today we slept in but still got parked 20m from the gondola.
Rain low down was snow up high, one of us did a couple of runs and decided the cafe beckoned. One of us is a little more odd and likes skiing in less than perfect conditions so he headed up to the top of the mountain and barely saw a soul.
I used some of the quiet time to chat with Mum, this has often been a difficult day.  I'm saddened that I never got to show her here, but I'm pleased to know now that I smile her smile when I look on this.