The happy place

There is at least one meter of snow on my mums cabin, several tons weighing down on the roof yet here I sit inside.

It’s a pretty powerful construction which can withstand such massive pressure throughout the winter. Not only the roof, but the whole thing all down to the foundation. A testament to human ingenuity.

Anyhow. I’ve been skiing today.

I’m trying to enjoy skiing, snow everywhere, glistening in the heat from the brightly shining sun. Trying to enjoy the sensation and the fresh air, but failing. It’s the actual skiing I don’t like. It’s cross country or vertical skiing. It’s not vertical enough. I have no control in the downward slopes and even though I make the pizza slice thing with the skis, they do not stop. I don’t wanna fall down and expose my ass for everyone to see, cause my belly has a tendency to pull or rather push my pants down somewhat when bending forward, and the ice makes it harder to steer, it’s a bit icy when the snow melts into the snow underneath and then freezes slightly.

Not only do I not wanna expose my ass like described, I also do not want to die.

Tomorrow I will have another go at the skiing because I will enjoy it tomorrow I think. I think I enjoy it in theory.

When it’s flat.