The chill in the air has taken a bleak turn for the worse.
Yesterday, my best buddies went missing at Eaglecrest.
They often kept me jovial and happy, engulfing my hands in theirs and blanketing my digits with love.
My big blue snot-wipers are gone!
Yes, my big blue gloves, rated for like-40 below, are missing.
They accompany me on photography assignments in the cold.
After shooting ski races on Upper Hilary's run Saturday, I snowshoed back to my Jeep and placed them gently on the roof as I unlocked the door.