| Source: Children Come First http://www.childrencomefirst.com/donothing.shtml Contests National Nothing Day finally arrived. After a week of stressful events, I packed into a bus with 44 fun-loving skiers and headed over snow-packed Rabbit Ears pass. We drove through a blowing snowstorm on our way to Heavenly Daze, a magnificent run at Steamboat Springs dropping off the front of the mountain and overlooking a sprawling valley. It was especially wonderful last weekend skiing in four feet of new powder. I asked myself why I loved this sport so much—a sport that made my muscles ache from head to toe. I have to manage bulky, heavy equipment, endure temperatures in the teens, and feel totally exhausted at the end of the day. It's because skiing brings out the exuberance of being alive in me. Gliding through snow above my knees brings out a yell of Yahoo as I dance to the rhythm of the mountain. Quarter-sized snowflakes pounded my face, snow-flocked trees reminded me of ghosts waiting to reach out and grab an unsuspecting skier as they bend under the weight of heavy snow. "I love nothing days like these!" I declare as I head down that last run at “Heavenly Daze!” I can do nothing when I die!
© 2008 Martha Lancaster. Original for CCF (Lancaster grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology). |