I went cross country skiing today. It was the first time that i had been out skiing in quite a while. Last year there was really no snow for it and the same symptom has plagued the terrain this year as well. I didn't really go far. I just went out into the woods behind my mom's house and around the yard some. The wind was a bit fierce but still it was good to get out and ski. It seemed to channel a part of my essence that i fear i had been loosing touch with. Being in school and then working on the weekend makes it a bit hard to get out into the woods often enough and the school year happens to dominate winter which is my time to get out and enjoy the world. Maybe i sound foolish but I also think it was good for me to go out and ski with my mom. I don't see her much. Even if i come home for the weekends I am usually just in the house long enough to do some laundry in between going to work. I really want to find a head-lamp and go for a late-night ski tonight. i don't imagine i could go far with the insufficient snow coverage here in China Maine but still it would feel good to get out and do this. it's been probably four years since i went on a late night cross country ski. funny how we forget to do things we love sometimes