Winter Memories

How do I even begin to visually capture this winter cold?
This wildly blowing wind?
This simple clean and quiet landscape?

I'm returned to my days as a child.
Here.
In these mountains.
My fingers...my toes....my eyelashes would freeze solid.

I skied. No matter what.
In all weather.
On all days.
As if there was some sort of un-quantifiable prize in doing so.

And the strange thing is?
I wouldn't trade those days for anything in the world.
I loved every minute.

It was magical.
My childhood.
Here.
Where winter lived.
In these mountains.