Winter has been good to me.
Bundling up.
Snow-padded silence.
Kids with flyaway hair.
Well-timed cancellations.
Warming the kettle on the stove.
Saturday morning living room breakfasts
by the space heater.
The value of every season, in life and
in weather.
Shoveling that produces a good ache.
Beach anticipation.
Adventure walks.
Hunkering down.
2 comments:
Explain two things: 1) Kids with flyaway hair, and 2) Adventure walks. Is the latter in the past or the future?
Reminds me that we never entered the poetry contest (at least I, the non-poet, didn't).
Digging this.
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