Oona Duroy strikes up with the lyrical song of springtime skiing. This belated bliss to which the season guides us, for a few last wakes, before summer deprives us of it.
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The sun grazes the roofs and imposes its glowing heat upon us without anyone being able to escape it. It infiltrates all the cracks. Walking along the façades, sticking to the shadows, leaving at dawn, all these are good strategies for escaping the furnace. On the contrary, the wish to feel burnt by this ball of fire and to see one’s skin crack under the luminous neons of this fireball will still have to wait ‘casting not a clout until May is out’.
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Very quickly, the light fleece falls to the ground leaving the bare and pale arms of the sun lovers visible. Whether it strikes on terraces or mountains, its warmth creates a smile and reminds us of the joy of the spring sunshine. Before the days even start lengthening, the the complaints will start all over again and the desire for the winter and its coolness will resurface. The human, trapped in a constant succession of new beginnings, quickly forgets. For now, the thoughts are on skiing and the long soft carpet of warmed up snow. Shaving it wearing but a tank top, round glasses and peaked cap is one of the most simple and enjoyable pleasures of skiing.
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The start is downy. The grass starts to mingle with our hair and the smell of the pines makes us feel like our bodies are being embalmed. The bronchus** stick to us. The climb along the small fleece covered paths which traverse the forest are a part of this springtime excursion. The colours are still tinged grey after the recent melt. Like with a good old sepia filter , the blues are pale and the chestnuts yellow due to the implacable battles between heat and cold. Little by little the snow appears and the skis will soon be on our feet.
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The gentle breeze penetrates the few strands of hair that escape from under caps. Eyes are laughing. Step by step, our bodies rise towards the top. The slopes steepen. The terrain funnels towards the gully which will lead to the peak. Skis on the back, sticks high using the straps as support, the summit makes itself felt. The sun is at its highest point. The summit is also the time for a lunch break. While waiting for a beer, once back on flat ground, once the effort is over, when a position of relaxation is restored.
** Bronchus : cut branches / branch litter
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