A Day on the Ice

It was cold and it snowed.

And then it was very, very cold.

And then it rained.

And warmed up.

And the snow melted.

Then it got cold again, for a few days.

With more snow on the way.

We found snow pants and coats and matching mittens.

And tromped through the woods, over the old, rotten snow, through low-hanging hemlock branches.

And we sat on an old log and laced up our skates.

As big, fat, feathery flakes flew, furring the surface of the ice.

And we skated.