This time, the skis are coming along. I’m feeling euphoric as I pack my things. Ski boots, ski poles, ski pants, ski helmet, ski goggles, ski gloves … suddenly every piece of gear has “ski” in its name. What’s simply a jacket in summer becomes a ski jacket in winter, just like that. It sounds so wonderfully wintry. And I much prefer packing “ski” stuff to ordinary things.
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