Fall Is Just An Appetizer

Have you ever known a skier’s mind when the leaves turn yellow and red? As frost forms before the drive to work and the lawnmower is put to bed? When all you feel is a bracing chill, and southwards all the large birds have fled? The first taste of what is lying in wait will start a snowstorm within our minds. While leafers drive, see orange and brown, inside of our poor brains you will find a landscape painted all up in snow, we keep watching the low temps at night. See Fall is just an appetizer, not a final flourish before sleep, taunts us with hints of snow on the air, we start praying that it’ll fall deep; doing a snow-dance, gifts to Ullr, do not let this year be mild, please! Reading what’s new at our best mountains, web-site says they’ll be opening soon, a ribbon of white amidst the brown, spotting those first tall snowmaking plumes, can’t wait for frigid air in my lungs… I don’t care if you think I’m a loon.