Cozied

Snug under layers of covers, from fleece throws to a navy blanket, smooshing into a family room couch, we watch. Skier after skier (or are they jumpers more than skiers?) push off from their seated position on a bar and fling themselves down a "normal hill." The speeds are not as fast as the "big hill" (who comes up with these ever so descriptive titles?) and the heights and distances a modest mark -- to a non-skier-jumper, that is. But still. To willingly jump off a cliff. Most are in their teens. The further they extend into the air, the flatter the ground is where they land and the harder the finish. It doesn't seem like a just reward. Most of them do a telemark finish, basically putting all weight on one leg. I can barely do that in my basement. But even though appropriately impressed, about an hour into it and we were ready for a new sport. And now we are getting our due -- speed skating, short track. They are practically on their shoulder on the turns!