Warm gloves on the heater…yum.
Melting my ski pack on the heater…not so much.
Chai tea and big footsteps.
When I was a kid walking to school west of never I imagined I was crushing snowy cities with my Sorels.
The fun is the same today sending an icy white rocket through the crosswalk.
Warm gloves, hot tea, bus rides and powder days..
Time to spare…