Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
“Still I Rise,” Maya Angelou
January 2014. No snow. Which is rather unpleasant for winter vacation and planned week of skiing by the way. Well, at least there was the sun to make things better.
At the end, it all came back to a lot of walking and wandering around. And of course, the nature is always delightful over there.
It seemed that someone was having fun on the lake. One should now better that on such weather is much clever to bring a kayak instead of ski.
No limits, Jonathan? he thought, and he smiled. His race to learn had begun.
Jonathan Livingston Seagull, Richard Bach