The daily ski report told of fast turns and corduroy slopes. The sun clawed through a carpet of fog, melting away clouds and revealing an endless blue sky. In a word: perfection–a day made for escape, for forgetting about deadlines and worries.
A stop at the post office confirmed the day’s promise: the winter edition of Beyond Centauri–packed with sci fi and fantasy stories (along with my contribution, Stinky Feet For Dinner)–waited for me. My escape was complete.