markgritter with some small hope. No. Sticks, boots, snow, stars. Skiing. Night.It's good stuff. Snow noises, crisp smells. Who doesn't like night skiing? It's almost an REM song. "They cannot see me naked" -- well, no, because only idiots and the very desperate ski naked.
Hmmmmm.
All right, no. It was a thought, but -- despite the presence of idiots and the very desperate in my books -- not a very good one. But you have to give me the skiing.
Let's play a game. Who can spot the tired
mrissa?Maybe this is not a hard game.
I'm totally right about the skiing, though.
