Motion

The snow came. For me, the mere dusting was immaterial. For children who see snow but once or twice a year it was magical. We donned our winter gear and headed out both this morning and this afternoon. I stood; I watched; I froze. They jumped; they rolled; they ran; they laughed. They never sat still or noticed the icy wind biting at their nose, hands or feet. Probably because they were always in motion.....