Alex, who is proportioned like a gazelle, strode ahead.
I felt good, safe and happy in the company of these friends whom I never see enough. We chatted while our bodies adapted to the cold and our eyes grew accustomed to the brightness of a patchy landscape of miserly snow framed by a dull white sky. I felt weighed down before we had even started. By contrast, my snow boots were too tight.
I was a little uncomfortable because my snow jacket was too large, as were my gloves.
