That last run moment when the sun laughs its way behind a crest of mountain leaving you to race the shade back to the chalet and gondola. Into a mêlée of skis, poles, boards, boots, goggles and pink sniffly faces, beaming the afterglow of a perfect day. The mosh pit of riders momentarily finds order as each gondola glides like a pregnant Christmas tree ornament over the tracks of last runners. Who will be first to catch last rays at the après-ski terrace? When cups overflow with hot chocolate and mulled wine, everybody wins.
story and image © Elizabeth Adams