One of my favourite things is cross country skiing on a crisp winter morning on a trail through the woods. The only sound is the "swish swish swish" of the skis on the snow. And even that sound seems to be mostly absorbed by the snow. And when I stop to catch my breath (which each year is more often) there is silence.
One of my favourite things is cross country skiing on a crisp winter morning on a trail through the woods. The only sound is the "swish swish swish" of the skis on the snow. And even that sound seems to be mostly absorbed by the snow. And when I stop to catch my breath (which each year is more often) there is silence.
Yes. I love this too, but it’s been a few years since I’ve been skiing.