Anticipation

gray sky sheds its tears snowflakes drift lazily down boy soaps up runners
Written November 16, 2022
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Krutsinger Avatar
November 17, 2022 at 12:26 PM
I remember doing this!
Hankins Avatar
November 17, 2022 at 1:58 PM
I remember we were so excited at the first snowflake, and we would get our sleds ready.
Wolf Avatar
November 16, 2022 at 7:26 PM
Nice imagery there... Been a while for me ~ Soapy
Hankins Avatar
November 16, 2022 at 7:32 PM
Thanks, gw. I'm afraid it's a bit dated. Who sleds nowadays?
Bauer Avatar
November 16, 2022 at 1:41 PM
i don't remember soaping up the runners, but i figured it out and love the reference, milton! well done...
Hankins Avatar
November 16, 2022 at 3:45 PM
Thanks so much, Ilene. Yes, we soaped up the runners to get better friction.
Cunningham Avatar
November 16, 2022 at 12:21 PM
Those first flakes are exciting to see, it brings out the child in us. Sadly as you get older you tread with caution, the last thing you want is broken limbs. Tom
Hankins Avatar
November 16, 2022 at 3:45 PM
So true, Tom. So many things I did as a kid I wouldn't even think about doing today!
Logan Avatar
November 16, 2022 at 10:53 AM
He's ready for some winter fun. I didn't have the opportunity to do such things when I was a child... no snow in the deep south. Loved reading your insight on it, though.
Hankins Avatar
November 16, 2022 at 11:28 AM
Oh, kids up north eagerly await that first snowflake in anticipation of going sledding. We used to grease up our runners with soap. I wasn't sure many would get the reference.
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