It has been two full weeks since I last felt the soft inside of my full tilts with the nice flow of air besides me while on the lift getting up to the mountain. I wake in the night with cold sweat on my forehead hands shaking as I open my curtains and see no snow on the ground and realise my nightmares have come true. As I hear my alarm in the morning I debate myself is it even worth getting up anymore but the slight hope of the next season still manages to get me up in the morning. As I am on my way to town I watch out of the car window on to the depressing sight of streets where snow hasnt been seen in weeks and as I pass a spot ones skied in the winter I dive into a deep depression. Summer is about survival but as on wise man once said winter is coming and hopefully the winter strikes as soon as possible.
