Columbia Thermarator Glove
When I was lost in the cold evening on the mountain, my hands slowly chilled until I remembered I had these gloves I usually wore. I slipped them on, and, although my hands had an ice cube stuck to the inside of them, I felt nothing in them. I was still in shock. I had found something that could warm your hands, even in the coldest, coldest night and I couldn't believe it: my beloved gloves.
I pictured a woman in a bed across from me in the darkness and I felt the urge to say something to her. But at that moment, the cold was too strong: I couldn't take it any longer. I started to run toward the girl on the bed as fast as I could. I tried to talk to her as if my life depended on words that came out, and then I got lost again in the woods. The woman on the bed was no longer there and I was...