To be alone is a necessary thing. To be removed from the world, from technology, from the buzzing and the ringing and the whistling brings you back to life. Gliding through the snowy trees, with the sun warming your skin as it peers through the branches to watch you soar cannot be replaced by any video, song, text, email, or blog. When all you hear is your own laughter, the chatter of squirrels, and the scrape of skis on snow, each pressed heavy to your ears by the silence of the forest....
That is when you hear God, telling you that life is good.
To be alone is a necessary thing.
alaska, august 2014
by harry b williamson
peace and skis