A decision we made,
Bundle ourselves up and brave,
The ice planet of Hoth.
Snow crystals kissing our face,
Tongues out to check the taste,
Slight hint of mint muddled water.
We left our hearts and our names,
And some footprints of games,
In the soft crunchy slosh.
Not a cold hurried fate,
But a walking playdate,
Between mother and daughter.
Hand Painted Sketchbook by Carla Francesca Castagno