Mara stood still at the edge of the white field, her breath forming small clouds in the thin air. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth of her stretched banana scarf envelop her in a reassuring embrace. The fibers felt almost silky soft against her skin, despite their rubbery appearance. The length of the scarf dragged on the snow, but Mara didn’t care. She smiled as she picked up one end and draped it gracefully around her shoulders, keeping her balance and allowing her to move forward without accidentally tripping over her own protection.