Temperatures are dropping, the air is getting that misty smell again and the first snowboard movies of the year start rolling in. And while I’m working on a film review piece for the next issue and planning a super spontaneous road trip to get a last (and first!) surf in for the year, I wonder what it is that gets me so incredibly stoked and exhilarated year after year, at the prospect of having snow around the corner.

I love summer and the warmth, wearing barely any clothes and no shoes (or socks!) for months in a row. As mentioned it looks as if there’s still a little detour to the sea before I’ll be back on frozen water. And the Bavarian 5th season, the infamous Oktoberfest, is never a time I’d ever wish for snow.

But still, as much as I look forward to playing with the waves, it’s no comparison to my anticipation for the snow season. And the premiere of Pirate Movie Production’s latest flick Unique8 in Innsbruck last Friday didn’t really help either.

Maybe it’s because I’ve spent the last 15 summers waiting more or less desperately for the first white flakes to dance before my winter. Maybe it’s because salt water tastes a lot worse than snow when you eat shit. Maybe it’s because I grew up closer to the mountains than any beach or sea in reach. Or maybe I’m just weird?

Whatever the reason, hopefully there are at least some of you feeling the same… And if not, maybe this can help.