Patricia Zimmel

Love Is

A spur-of-the-moment decision was never my style or a great talent of mine and one I went out of my way to avoid. Skiing was my favorite pastime. On this one occasion these two conflictive tendencies came to a provocative debate within me. While I was fortunate enough to live in a province with some of the best skiing in the world, the accessibility for this addiction of my highest pleasure was totally reliant on my friends and family. On this trip I was having some anxiety considering the travel companion I had chosen. The trip was planned with my brother, Ryan, and my sister-in-law, Beth, weeks earlier. My anxiety was not with these two, but with a young man, Terry, whom I met at a casual gathering with friends. Our indulgences seemed to be of like minds and as the conversation turned to my obsession, the invite became an automatic gesture for me. Shortly after the words were formulated I started to rethink this offer. Once they were out and with the acceptance of the invitation, we worked out the arrangements for the daytrip.