Wintry Landscapes; sledding on garbage can lids.
Circular motion; unpredictable; exciting until...
They realized the absence of a steering wheel.
Loss of control, equilibrium off kilter.
An icy rock sends children airborne,
To touch the sky, to know the reason why.
Preparing to see the face of God.
Eternity beckons; time stops and then...
They reached the bottom of the 3 foot hill.
Children scream, "Let's do it again...faster!"
The End
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