Underwear

As in (but it's no sin) what I put on first on a day like this, the kind of day that makes me change the subject.

To Judith Parker (Ottawa), Andrea Przygonski (Adelaide) and me, up above Spray river near Banff (in our overwear).  I'm holding the backpack I used before the one I seem to have lost in the last 24 hours.  Picture taken by Gwen Davies.
I know there's not much I want to say about underwear on the internet, but how we do layer ourselves for weather as snowy and cold as today's.
I'm inside.

Socks

There's one pair for inside snow boots, one pair to replace that pair when they've gone the distance, one pair to throw in the corner because they were the wrong pair to begin with, and the car pair, which have especially loose elastic. And it never hurts to have a spare. They're all on top of the dresser for now. When I pack I'll know at least I got the socks right. Leave the duds and the oddballs in the drawer. That will be my New Year's resolution.

Settings

There's one for snow, one for distance, one for corners and the car coming back.  The bus--Route 3, Hillsdale--says (on the schedule in the bus stop behind me) it will be here in five minutes but I'm damn near frozen in time already. People are waiting for me downtown. 

There's a setting for hands in my pocket and jacket zipped up tight and a Maple Leafs cap (no ear flaps).  And one for sidewalks, which this time of year begin to store up their heaves for next spring.  East is a setting; just off to the right is one.

Colour is a default setting but I don't blame it for that.