Life is short. And most of it is winter. So....
I'm grateful to be surrounded, daily, by tiny creatures on a frozen playground, having them look up and smile, taking my hand, pleading, then coaxing with blackmailers' skill to show me something of immense importance, something I thought was miraculous too, when I was seven. And when I see it, I'm not so cold anymore. Because I remember.
3 years ago