A day on my skis

Skiing alone in the woods, in my own speed, no sound but my own sniffing and coughing, now and then one is passing me or I am passing one. Pondering and thinking. Are they skiing in the left tracks in the UK? Will I see an elk today? The sweat is there. After a while I am soaking - soaking wet and my face must be tomato red. At the place I had decided to stop, I took the orange from my rucksack. C-vitamin. Started to freeze. Had to start on my return. Back home and a warm shower. No more coughing. What a healhty day. Hope you all will have one too.