Fog hangs over a riverine forest. You are drawn to the excitement of sunlit meadows. Knowing the fickle nature of ground hugging clouds, push your skis harder than the icy conditions allow. From deep in the gray woods, see on your horizon the sun making something wonderful out of a stream running high against its snow white bank. Ski harder. Sunlight still floods the meadow when you arrive, tired. Feel new muscle twinges; squint at the bright whiteness; escape back to the gray.