It's easier to get out early for my morning ski now that it's warmer: I catch the sun, burning up the horizon, rising over the Charles River. The warmed up snow is sludgy, though. I stay out for a long ski with the dogs, but there are low, heavy clouds darkening the daylight and the trails are slow and choppy. It doesn't matter; the air is fresh and my mind is clear and my spirit is enlivened by my body in motion and my thoughts rambling over whatever comes in the moment. I have seen the sun rise on a new day, and I'm grateful in the woods.