The birds have been singing a concert outside my window for some time now. The first rays of sunshine have already crept over the surrounding mountain peaks. There isn’t a single cloud in the sky. I throw back the covers, sit up and stretch on the edge of the bed. It’s half past six. There’s still time for a quick coffee, then the mountain is calling. Spring skiing in April is on the agenda.
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