
Another first. With the first snow are the little memories such as that squeaking sound of stepping on settled snow. Steps were a bit cautious but the whole experience was much more refreshing than expected.
This may be about running… Or it may be about a deeper journey. It is a new journey. Not one I choose to begin, but out of my own necessity and determination to not end up stuck or standing still, I must walk on in new ways and in new places.
This may be about running… Or it may be about a deeper journey. It is a new journey. Not one I choose to begin, but out of my own necessity and determination to not end up stuck or standing still, I must walk on in new ways and in new places.
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