A Winter's Day On the Trail

wind-whipped waves, white-capping near shore trail's thin layer of ice, cracking underfoot a cold sock awaiting impatient shoes on the look-out, hoping, but not really expecting to spot her on the trail she once danced along her lithe motions a Nutcracker Suite to me no, no, no -- not him -- my old roommate approaching inviting me to join him on his 'Jog with Nature' kick what could I do... I fell glumly in line...