Day 1 near the slopes

A day of driving throughout a country I always think of as grey and dull, surprised me with smiles and green.

It reminded me of the beauty of certain regions and its nature, not a bad place at all actually;-).

After arriving in the land where toilets are called Franz and Sisi, I saw the light of streets the light in eyes of people eager to hit the slopes with white gold.

I also discovered the desperation in the eyes of a 57 year old Austrian with the weather, the lack of snow …

To finally wake up in the pastel colours … Lacking blue… Lacking a smile … Lacking …

Breakfast, the running by of Kids, the encounter with something called tea… A sore throat and the wish to enjoy every minute of white slopes pushes this encounter… And not a bad one after all. The rediscovering of the childhood village was next, through Austria houses, faces and eyes, and the joy of seeing ants on a white surface, miles away made the day a better day. 2 lifts open !!! I will ski

Now it was time to get all things and that didn’t prove easy as all is not what it seams … People come and go, and others just stay.

Thinking of that my mind flips back to my red thread of the day, or should I say purple thread ? All day long I think of moments, of past of future of smiles and joy. Damn it hurts … And nothing I can change. Feeling so out of place so out of my way … Feeling lost above everything

A bit of joy, the phone rings, to tell me 3 hours more … Hot chocolate a clothes change later I find myself on a path to the sky, green is a colour that is not the colour I want to see now, give me white … Lots of white … And plenty of purple …

Not the best day …

Tomorrow I can tell on