Back from the mountains and how beautiful they were. But ski resorts, they make the Alps smaller, somehow. I tried to imagine treading those slopes in my great grandfather’s time, with nothing but pick-axes, crampons and hope. What mighty gods those mountains would have seemed, able to steal your life in a heartbeat. You would scan the cloud-shot peaks for whispers of change, prey to the gods of good fortune, and feel small…… so, so small.
But instead we litter the white with our messy brights and pop into pumping mountain-top cafes for vin chaud and chips. It’s just too easy, I think. And suddenly the mountains shrink, are tamed, and it’s sad.
I love skiing. I wish I’d done a ski season in my early twenties, but another part of me feels uneasy when I see the old town drowned, it’s beauty mocked, by giant concrete chalets. I believe I might be becoming a puritan. Watch out.
On the baby front: I bought some of those ovulation things, but then caught flu and didn’t fancy sex at the prescribed time. So I guess another month will pass……. Although……… I have been having strange cramps since a few days post ovulation; almost like a period, but not. My imagination, probably.
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I've always wished that I would have learned to ski. I know I'll try someday once the baby comes out and grows up a little.
Good luck getting pregnant. It can be very frustrating!
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