Val Bartolo, Tarvisio, a mid-January weekend.
I’ve always liked winter. Instead of counting down to the summer solstice, my countdown is for when the snow arrives, when temperatures drop below zero, and when it’s time to take out the waterproof gear (in the UK, practically from September, to tell the truth).
I also appreciate the justice of nature.
These two things are not as disconnected as they might seem.
Winter filters out Sunday hikers and picnickers seeking Instagram-worthy landscapes, separating them from those who truly go for a walk, every time, in any weather.
Choosing snow invading our boots over the temptation of a living room with a 60-inch television.
Choosing the old lady in the mountain hut who brews a cup of tea over the latest TV show.
Preferring the pale sun that goes to sleep without saying anything to anyone over viral goodnight memes on WhatsApp.
Winter may not appeal to many, and that’s a quality. As Fitness Revolucionario says, don’t be normal, don’t conform to the tastes and pleasures of the herd, find your own path.