Kitties anticipating Christmas Dinner being prepared by Mother over the fire. What's not to like?
A bit more snow fell in the night, and the car (mine that is) must be cleared off later so that the three of us can drive up north for a late lunch/early dinner at one of the several German restaurants in Frankenmuth, Michigan.
I was so pleasantly and delightfully worn out after two hours on skis yesterday afternoon that I did not get to painting table last night but spent time sipping gluehwein with the Grand Duchess before the fire following the Young Master's bedtime. The ski-tour itself was amazing. I was the only one at the park. It was absolutely silent save for the occasional breeze, a creaking bough or two, and the almost imperceptible sound of the snow itself falling from the sky. The circuit around the park's perimeter through several wooded loops and up and down several rises and a few actual hills is about 3-4km. I went around three times in two hours with several pauses to catch my breath and take in the silent majesty of the winter landscape.
My mind cleared rapidly of anything pressing as I plodded along, and eventually got back into the schuss-schuss-schuss-schuss rhythm of the classic diagonal stride. And that mental clarity -- or void? -- is why I do it. Exercise followed by complete freedom from and lack of stress, which all of us need more of in the 21st century I'd wager.
And a quick phone shot taken during yesterday's nearby jaunt on my skis.