When I think about my legs, I am grateful. Despite these short little legs, I have had adventures that many long legs cannot even dream of having. I do, however, look forward to the great melt. Snow is not my friend. And so, as I wait for the spring sun to escort the snow down into the river, I try to make the most of winter.
The campfire reminds me of starry summer nights.
The snowy picnic cheats winter of an afternoon.
There can be nothing better than putting the snow to use. What do you think of the likeness?