Man, I Miss Skiing and My Girls!

Man, I miss skiing. When I woke up this morning all I wanted to do was put on my blue fleece and matching blue (sequined) beanie and strap on my skis. Flying down a hill with no semblence of control seems particularly appealing to me today. I miss the cold wind on my face, the lift operators, and eating at the caffeteria at the tiny ski field next to my house in Japan (always ramen or curry rice). And, I miss the sleepovers that Grainne, Thanet, and I used to have before and after a good day of skiing. It was always such a cozy time.