Footprints in the Snow
I woke up one morning when I was a kid and looked out the window. The street was covered in snow, untouched snow. It must’ve been about six am. I got up, got dressed and ran out the house. I had no shoes one, no socks, and I made tracks all over the street. I ran in circles, made snow angels, jumped, hopped and dived in the stuff. Suffice to say, I spent the next three weeks unable to walk with frost bite that almost lost me two toes...and it was all worth it.
Sand, grass, snow, feeling the earth literally shift below bare feet is pure magic.