sometimesihatemycat

Bundle up and let’s brave,

The ice planet of Hoth.

Snow crystals kissing our face,

Tongues out checking 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 play-date,

Between mother and daughter.

– April Resnick

Hand Painted Sketchbook by Carla Francesca Castagno

Reposted because it fits the weather today, and our walk to school.