Wednesday, February 3, 2016

It is so hard to go for a walk. 
On a restful couch
With a spellbinding book
And a warm fleecy blanket,
The idea daunts.
To put on
thick socks
sweater
ear muffs
snow pants
boots
parka
scarf
mitts.
But you do.
And the mirror as you step out the door says
You are no longer a slouch on a couch
But a walker of woods at C 15 below,
A cruncher of snow
A strider of silence.
Oh where can't you go!