She takes baby steps along the trail, carefully gliding forward, one foot at a time. Without fear, she inhales winter's crispclean air and strives to keep her balance. That was then. Now , at 3 1/2- years-old, she finds her stride on pristine, snow white slopes, determined to cross each area with ease. Inhaling and exhaling, she explores the wonders of winter life with delight.
She breathes in
Winter's crispclean air.
Awaiting a world of
I turn my Slice of Life thoughts over to Two Writing Teachers
in gratitude for the sacred space they have established
for a caring community of writers.