Walks
This is the thing I hate most about winter: I just don’t take as many walks as usual. I can’t handle the cold very well. Some people have told me it’s because I don’t have enough meat on my body, but I think I am just born to be in the summer weather all the time. Winter is beautiful and enchanting, looking out a window from inside, by the fire. But I just can’t stand the cold. Things are ever so slowly starting to warm up. The sun is starting to shine every single morning when I wake up. Almost every day it continues to shine until it melts into a sunset. It’s still bitterly cold.
I braved the weather this afternoon with my baby sister. We walked down our road, sat in the dead grass (come alive, grass! I wanna see green again!) and broke sticks into little pieces and made shapes with them. We laid on our backs and looked at the pink streaks of cloud in the sky.
I could say that Esther and I were just reveling in the moment of beauty - the fresh air, the silence and serenity, disturbed only by the distant sound of a plane flying high over our heads - but we were really just killing time, waiting for Rick to drive by and give us a lift back to the house. Yeah, I know we’re lazy. But even despite the cold, it was a beautiful day.
