Kettle Lake Road

The snow outside is like fallen leaves, dead and lifeless, And also pretty. I wonder sometimes when I look at our long, crooked road outside the house, it curves and turns like the spine Of an old snake. it laughs with the wind and cries with the rain like I do, it carries us when we are picking flowers along the side, we use it as our personal guide when I used to walk My dog. The color of it: milk chocolate with a bright yellow stripe reminds me of the color when it wasn't paved, I would walk across it barefoot and feel the hard gravel and soft sand between my toes and not be afraid of the red ants that would sometimes make homes Around there. the road to me is like a living time line I have walked and rode on every inch and I still don't remember all of it, because there is so much I have been through and so much I haven't.