*This was written in a notebook a few weeks ago. In fact, it was written around 4am on a Friday morning.*
I bought these UnderArmour thermal shirts for my trip to Europe. They came in handy for walking its wintry streets. I'm leaving for a weekend ski trip in a few minutes, so I put one on again for the first time since then. As I sit at my kitchen table enjoying my morning cereal, lost in the clang of my spoon against ceramic, I think I detect the scent of Europe on my collar, and the smell of checked baggage and airplane bellies.
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