Wednesday, January 13, 2016

A Small Taste of Freedom

Sometimes in this frozen wasteland of upstate New York, and particularly at frigid Blackrock, when the winter is spent swathed in layer upon layer of wool, the children just need a little freedom. Let them shed their socks indoors, no matter how frosty their feet become, and they will play happily.

Until their cold toes remind them that, oh yeah, this is not summer. And they have to put their socks back on.

But that little taste of toe freedom makes for a satisfying half hour, anyway.

1 comment:

  1. Bet those toes are really cold upstairs. They are truly cold weather children.

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