Snow falling gently from the sky gliding ever so slowly to the white earth. So beautiful and yet so tempting. You can't help but go make footprints or play in it. It calls to you. I think because it's new, it's different. It beckons to you, play, take the day off, and jump in. Put everything away and laugh, even scream. You sled faster and faster down the hill. Get up, climb the hill with heavy legs. Find exactly the right spot plop your body onto the round sled, get a push, and some where between the top and the bottom you loose your self in the moment letting go of everything feeling nothing but exhilaration. And then the moment is gone. Crash landing plowing into the piles of snow at the bottom of the hill. You shake it off ,the pain the cold, the wet, and off you go again trudging up the hill. Loving every minute of the cycle smiling, laughing, screaming, chatting. Over and over again up the hill down the hill. You can't walk away until you're so cold and wet that your fingers and toes are numb and every ounce of energy is gone. Walking up that hill is just too much. However you stop build a small snowman and throw a few snowballs at each other. Not wanting the moment to pass but knowing there is no more to give. Wanting warmth and hot chocolate. Yet you are still reluctant to leave. Wanting to enjoy the moment to linger just a little longer. Their faces say it all!!!!
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Jessica's good friend Virginia Rose joined us on our adventure. We had a great time sledding.
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