Iâ€™m looking out the window off the front deck, and the sky is a bright orange, with mists of pink in the clouds.
I know if I walked outside, and down the street, not even 50 metres, I would be blown away with the beauty of the sunrise.
But, as I look out, I see that it’s way too soon to go out for a walk.
Frost is everywhere! The street is slick and covered in black ice. I donâ€™t want every step I take to be one of caution. I donâ€™t like holding the fear of falling. Especially, since in an hour or two, everything will be clear, melted and dry. Iâ€™ll wait until walking is easy.
It wasnâ€™t always this way.
One of the best memories I hold is from a time, 38 years ago, when I lived in Oklahoma.
Winter was in full swing and the roads were a slickery mess. Yet, the fear of falling was nowhere in my mind. Instead the day was spent slipping and sliding down a frosty street, wearing down booties.Â The day was cold, yet, full of laughter and joy!