It's not full of wine or sex. Nor is it a movie title. It's the direction of the wind and snow. Skiers fall down when they're not even moving because of the vertigo in these conditions.
Here I am, out for the first time this season in Things I get to do today showing my muscles "what for" with a little cross country skiing. The forecast wasn't promising, but the morning peeped sun through the clouds to tease me into shedding layers of warm and wind-protective clothing.
Then the gaps in the dark clouds closed tight, the wind came up, and snow followed the wind's force. Lodge time! Drying out by the fire, I reviewed occasionally when and why it would be a good idea to suit up and head back out. Only twisted and sideways thinking would willing venture out in this blizzard.