Thought 25JUN2009

THE HILL
Long past midnight, hours before dawn I jump up from my bed, pull my longjohns on. Peeking out the window, the snow has started to fall. Slipping on my overalls, I race quickly down the hall. Rushing to the closet, grasping my old wrap, I throw it over my shoulder, give the button a snap. Working all ten fingers, through the holes of much-worn mitts, I stick my feet into the boots that thankfully still fit. Faster than is possible, I head straight for the door. Behind me I am dragging a sled from years before. The wind is loud and howling, snow is blowing all around. Already what has fallen has covered the ground.

Tramping through the deepness, only my footprints to see, I head straight for the meadow, the hill is waiting for me. A few more steps, I reach my goal, as always in the past I'll be the first to sled this hill, and I'll be the very last. Breathing in the cool night air, I witness the year's first snow. Perhaps this is my favorite spot, in all the sights I know. Holding tight in a world of silence, I shove off with my feet. Wind is picking up my hair, snow hits against my teeth. Traveling faster and faster, I struggle not to tip. Stretching out my snow-damp legs, I lean from hip to hip. What a big delight, this morn has given thee. As all years before have done, when it's just this hill and me. Now if I do my best to hurry, I can take another run. The sun will soon be rising, the day will have begun. But before that can happen, I must be back in bed. For whatever would the children think... ...if they knew Grandma had used their sled!
By Betty J. Reid - from Chicken Soup for the Unsinkable Soul, Copyright 1999 by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen
A palabras necias, oidos sordos / Take no notice of the stupid things people say - Spanish Proverb