...and Im here at my laptop in my cubicle, thinking of turns yet to be had. This is undoubtedly one of my favorite times of the year.
Before the snow falls I enjoy taking the time to prepare my gear-- the smell of ski wax fills my basement, scraping the deep layers of storage wax off my boards and filling in small dings and gouges to the best of my ability-- Its all about anticipation, memories that I hope to repeat in reality this year, dreams that may materialize in the form of fluffy white slow-falling flakes. Thinking of how the now smooth, waxy base of the ski will soon be floating over deep untouched crystals of white.
Honing the edges with a file and bevel thinking about how amazing it feels to push against G forces during fast long sweeping arcs. Its soon going to be winter again soon and I am so glad that I am and forever will be a skier.
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