In His Element

It is a cold wintery day, the kind of cold that makes the air snap with crystal clear whispers. The sun is bright, the snow stiff and the sky blue. Here he comes with much less gear than I'd dare go out in, topped with a black windbreaking North Face top, swishing down the hill. If he had hair, it would be blowing but instead I see his movements by the knee bends and the snow tails appearing side to side. Tips down, body forward, the gentle up and down of the telemark style takes him down the hill towards me.From behind the glass in the warmth and through the frosty window, what I see is peace.