The wall of skis in the garage is thick with sheetrock dust from a spring remodel.
Objectively Im not ready for winter.
Since September, winter has weighed heavy on my mind.
Im ready for winter, desperate even.
Tonight Ill dig out my boots, wear them around the house while I make dinner.
Ill find the last remnants of my wax and plug in the iron.
Ill inhale the fluorocarbon fumes and sip a beer while I fiddle with my DINs.
My legs will still ache on opening day, but this will keep me occupied for now.
Ill whip over every roller, imagining the clack of my edges as I wind into a shifty.
