There is a particular hour that arrives on a chilly, clear weeknight. Late enough that the sky has mostly dimmed, early enough that responsibilities still hum in the inbox, when you might notice your skis or board leaning by the door. They look tired in the way tools do when they’ve done what you’ve asked of them, over and over. You owe them ten minutes. No more, I promise. Absolutely, it can be less. I could probably pull this recipe off in under 3 minutes if I panic and have all the ingredients on hand.
Remember, this wax job can be whatever you want it to be: Brief, utilitarian, quietly intimate, elaborate. Whatever kind of ritual you desire, be it one that makes you feel the conspiratorial anticipation of glide, or just a quickie to get out the door. Your skis are whispering, “Do what you like to me, I promise I won’t tell anyone”.






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