Anne thinks, while she cautiously tests the stability of the snow with her edge, before setting off.
Life itself is imperfection.
Today it will be the weather, tomorrow it will be the snow conditions, and the day after a scar on your leg to remind you of that metal pin which holds your bones together: there will always be something imperfect. It is only in that istant, that you accept imperfection as the inevitable component of the universe, when you have the opportunity to change your life.
Of your journey, of your past, of what has brought you to be who you are and where you are, or the story you will tell during the evening, happy and exhausted at the end of a day during which the rest of the world is stuck at the window waiting, getting bored, looking for perfection.
Because no matter who you are, freerider or ski-mountaineer, if your goal is to quickly ski through the gates or explore your local mountains. It doesn't matter if the sky is intensely blue or you can't tell the ground from the sky.
Two easy words for an intricate truth nothing lasts, nothing is over, nothing is perfect, and that is what makes the universe amazing. But there is something that belongs to us: the chance of accepting our fragility or the conditions for what they are, not for what we want them to be.
Anne takes a deep breath and begins her descent, listening to and managing the response of her legs, controlling pressure and speed, bump after bump, enjoying the feeling. There, if perfection does exist that is what it feels like.