We have had two whole snow days in Atlanta this year. My friends in the mid-Atlantic are ready for an end to the winter, but the snow has not yet worn out its welcome down south.
This year, the sight of the snow on the trees, the crisp feel of the air, and the blanket of quiet have made me miss the western slopes. It has been three years since I wore a pair of skis, and I miss it. Yearly trips out west are something we gave up when we decided to have kids. We will ski again - hopefully many times - but we will not be able to recapture these days.