Boughs kneel down like it's some cold god, and little ghosts swirl off my neighbor's roof. The kids are ridiculous, excited. Cold air seeps in through the glass door for the first time in months. All I can think is how I don't even see the tops of the grass poking through the surface and how much would the grass catch my board anyway? Would it be bad citizenship if I spent a little time carving the surface off the sled hill?


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