In the cold winter morning, on the mountain the snow sparks in the sunlight rising from the low horizon, reverberating in an infinity of glittering sparks that embellish every bend, every ground's bit. Frost, snow, light, beauty of the world. In addition, it is so enjoyable to ski on the still intact slopes, harmonizing the sport gesture with the mountain shapes, its dips, scarps, dorsal hills. The world as a show.
But then the sun rises and the temperature rises: thermal inversion keeps solar heat in the upper layers and the snow starts changing. Early morning bright crystals fall apart, snow does not hold, it becomes soft, it melts. Later, with the sun high by now, it is impossible to ski and everywhere one may hear water slopes flowing. After the wonder, the purity of the snow appears, glaciation is over. Deglaciation begins, the change from mineral to biological, pure crystal reflecting the sun to the life-giving drop, the biotic sphere, the history: the consciousness of living perishable forms, in face of glacial, geological, timeless purity.
(Eugenio Turri, Taklimakan, Tararà Edizioni, Verbania, 2005)