"There’s a narrative in the ski world, and maybe in the world in general, about boys’ trips versus girls’ trips. Somehow the chick trip has become correlated with some level of display. Like you have to wear a tutu to prove that you’re a lady. I respect that, I guess, but it doesn’t hold true for me or for most of the women I ski with. I don’t need costumes or you-go-guuuurl high-fives...That doesn’t mean it’s not different:
My heart. It's aching. I mean in Lady Midnight, that was exactly what Emma and Julian did to each other, saying how their eyes weren't just one colour but, "Brown with flecks of amber and orange," or "Blue and green, glowing like sea glass."