Orono, Maine, USA
Mounds of snow line the icy sidewalk Jeremy Swayman is skating on. The dreary dorm buildings under the gray skies whizz by him as the brisk air hits his rosy face. His backpack over his coat-covered shoulders sways to the beat of his gliding. The scenery holds tones of gray with dull blue and a little vibrant gold.
Jeremy brakes and gazes ahead. Confusion muddles his face.
Laying on the snow ahead of him to his left is a splotch of vivid gold. He glides up to it, eyeing the odd colour in such an environment.
The piles of snow around the colour moves away from Jeremy's vision as he nears it, revealing the source: a long blue knitted ribbon with golden stripes.
He furrows his eyebrows then lifts his head to see the source of the knitted item.
The ribbon stretches out from the dorm building it is in front of before disappearing around the corner.
Jeremy resumes his skating, this time with his eyes glued on the ribbon. He takes the left side at the fork of the sidewalk, rounding the corner.
The ribbon extends past the dorm building's property and onto the empty road in the fog.
A resolved smile forms on Jeremy's face. He pushes off to follow the ribbon.
The knitted item stretches past the university's grounds, across roads, through forests and glades. Jeremy hops onto frozen streams, ponds, and concrete to continue skating alongside it.
Even out of breath, Jeremy glides alongside it. Amazement grows in his eyes as he is unable to comprehend how long a knitted item can be.
The ribbon reaches down a straight road of a suburban neighbourhood. Jeremy glides on the sidewalk, gazing around the area.
The quaint two-story houses have snow piled up on their layered roofs. The trees to the goalie's left have their fair share of snow lined on their bare branches.
Jeremy then gazes ahead to find the ribbon cutting in front of him and past a house's white vinyl gate to his right. He turns to the right, following the ribbon rising to a lit-up, ajar window next to the porch of the house.
With an "O"-shaped mouth, Jeremy approaches the gate and pushes it open. He glides down the pathway before clomping up the steps. Then he stomps to the door and pushes the doorbell.
The wooden door stays still before its golden knob turns and swings open. Warm air from the inside wafts around Jeremy, bringing a pleasant tingling sensation throughout him.
Casey Mittelstadt stands on the other side. He is wearing a Buffalo Sabres ugly sweater. Despite his sweet smile, apprehension is evident in his eyes.
"Sway Baby?" Casey squeaks out.
Jeremy gives him a warm smirk. "Hey, Mittens." He leans against the door jamb. "Didn't expect to see you here."
"Wh-wh-what are you doing here?" With nervous eyes on the goalie, Casey fiddles with his fingers.
"Uh, well..." Jeremy leans back to spot the knitted ribbon snaking down from the window and extending out into the horizon. "...I saw your knitted...thing from my dorm area and I followed it to see where it was coming from. It's long." He turns back to find Casey gawking.
"You mean you came from Maine?"
"Yup." Jeremy nods before narrowing his eyes in thought. "That's like—what?—six hundred miles of...ribbon?"
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