After a writing day of sitting at the table, this person had to get some moves on! Writing is great for the mind, but deadly for the backside.

After a bout of shoveling slush, I fixed the snowman’s melted face. He’d lost his ability to see, smell, and smile, poor fellow.

I walked to the top of the hill to see what I could see. But all I could see was the other side of the hill

I made my own rectangular snow walk, smartly going round and round, turning sharp corners and attempting straight paths. Apparently I can’t walk a straight line.

But still, the designs in the snow are intriguing, and shadows cast by the melting sun throw footprints into blue relief.

If only I were a raven, my bird’s eye view would snatch hidden gems from the mystery that is snow and sun, freezing and melting, white and blue.

Did you play outside today?