I was soaring down snow-slick hills and waddling up inclines on Saturday, mind fully freed by the exertion, when the whomp-whomp of a helicopter registered in my brain in the way that passing thoughts do while you exercise. "Maybe they're filming people out enjoying the snow for the nightly news...," I mused, "And if they are... I hope that they don't catch me because boy am I skiing sloppily," ha ha ha... swish kick glide, swish kick glide.
Mom writes yesterday that she saw me on the news.
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