“The hems of the dress that I wore dragged along the slush of mud on the ground and my sleeves snagged against the branches that had been stripped of its leaves.”

“The snowboard whipped up sheaths of white slush, painting elegant curves into the piste.”

“It always moves me and makes me feel better about life and is the perfect antidote to all the ersatz sentiment that sprays over us like noxious slush at Christmas time.”