When in the North,
one does as they do.
So we went snowshoeing.
Of course, the sisters practically sprinted.
And never fell.
Mr. and I fell several times,
and fell FAR, FAR behind.
The silence in the woods is so complete.
I enjoyed the peace.
And the quiet.
I don't remember ever hearing that kind of silence before.
I could hear the tree limbs cracking
as they swayed in the breeze.
I wonder if I am officially OLD.
I didn't used to be able
Now I can.
Mr. didn't enjoy snowshoeing as much as I did.
Notice he is CARRYING one of his snowshoes.
And the other foot is buried in the snow.
I had to help him put it on several times.
I accidentally led him the wrong way, the LONG way
through the woods.
This is the payback.