As January reaches its end, Subject A appears to be happy. The first stage of the cold season has finished without any major losses. Okay, he has vented some spleen in an spat over venting views. He has lost a little more of his life, but is looking forward to the remaining few. Another eleven big months are going to pass before he takes out another year.
Between now and then, he shall enjoy the end of the winter. He shall bathe in spring’s sweets liquors that engender every plant and set himself on a pilgrimage for the summer to come. He knows that summer is a fleeting concept, but is one that others will join him in. By then springs blossoms will have turned to summers flowers and the fruits. He shall join the company of fellow travellers and sample what nature has to give. And he will not waste a single sip or bite for that would slight the gift that was given.
Subject A understands that he has reached the top of the piste. He struggled to get this high and now it is all downhill from here. He never learned, in all his time to ski, but slide he must so elegantly to down the slope allowing others to think that he his more skilful then he had hoped to appear.
Most certainly was Subject A a learned skier.