Why I ski.

Why do I ski? I ski to see the sun at that low angle as it rises over the ridgeline and sends the snow into the most brilliant sparkle. I ski to enter the domain of the lynx, to see it's tracks, to touch it's wildness. I ski, because when I ski, every problem, everything not pure, everything that weighs us as humans down dissolves and is gone. I ski because it makes me smile, it makes me laugh, it makes me shout for joy. Finally I ski because the wild mountains make me feel insignificant, and in that insignificance, I feel absolutely alive.