22nd

        Crisp snow glistens white with frost. The unmarked ice lies frozen in place. The hills have been formed into powdery masterpieces. Moonlight glows over the perfectly prepared wonderland. The only sound is the blustery wind among the trees.

The rinks have been perfectly groomed. The jumps stand tall and strong. The tracks are glossy with slick ice. The courses on the mountains tower into the sky. The arenas sit in empty silence. Seven years of design has been carved into the landscape. The entire area awaits the challengers who dare to test their skills.

Boards have been waxed until they tear the snow without resistance. Blades have been sharpened to glide with ease.  Outfits have been meticulously designed. Skis of every shape and size have been formed to compete in any condition. All preparations have been completed.

The noise of the big arena has died down. Crowds have dispersed to their separate areas. The smoke from the fireworks has faded into the dark sky. The athletes have finished their march and now rest for the weeks ahead. Years of planning, injuries, heartbreak and triumph have been leading to this moment. Let the games begin.