We went for a turn on the skis again on Sunday. This time it was trail 26.
When you were a kid did you recite this little rhyme (it uses your hands):
Here is the church,
Here is the steeple,
Open the doors,
and there’s all the people.
I wonder where it comes from.
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I stand by my earlier metaphor of cross-county skiing as a near church-like experience. The trees are the church and the steeple, and we are the teeny tiny people. It is humbling, and healing, to revere in such beauty and stillness. Maybe skiing on Sundays will become a regular thing?
