Maybe you’ve been skating since you could walk.
Maybe you laced up at forty,
chasing something you remembered from a long time ago.
Maybe you’re a snowboarder counting the weeks
until the first snow returns.
Maybe today is your first run on skis,
falling, laughing, falling again, and getting back up.
What we share is simpler than skill.
It’s the moment the ground leaves you.
The feeling of being free in motion,
of being held by the season.
This is an open community.
Beginner or lifelong, anyone moving with the year belongs here.
Not all of us love the same months.
Some live for summer. Some wait all year for winter.
Some find themselves in spring,
some in the slow weight of autumn.
Each of us belongs to a season,
and a season belongs to each of us.