The Lesson on Snow Hill

Play + Joy + Winter. Not my idea of fun. Or is it?

I didn’t want to be out there yesterday morning, standing in the freezing cold. I hate the cold. I hate being bundled up - the scrunched up sweater sleeves pressed against my skin, held firmly in place by a heavy winter jacket. The scarf wrapped snuggly around my neck, and the gloves. Those gloves. The right one is always perfect. But the left - there’s…