The winter season is melting away into spring. The lift facilities and guesthouses will soon close and, as if by magic, everything will become slower, calmer, emptier. The snowy slopes will feature lonely figures, fans of off-piste skiing. The mountains will be able to breathe, unperturbed by the masses, and cubs and pups will roam, free to explore. These days and the few weeks before closure have something magical about them. They glimmer, a sweet melancholy mixed to a hue of euphoria.