Spring sledding seems wrong, don’t it? Won’t it wait until next winter? Fingers frozen in gloves, the sled, ahead, rushes the hill with riders; beside her, the boy shouts out the call, all of childhood forgetfulness: Yahooo!
- for Slice of Life
Spring sledding seems wrong, don’t it? Won’t it wait until next winter? Fingers frozen in gloves, the sled, ahead, rushes the hill with riders; beside her, the boy shouts out the call, all of childhood forgetfulness: Yahooo!