When a change in perspective does the trick |
To get from the back door around the garage and out to the garbage cans, I dug a path barely the width of one shovel, a concession to age and the deep blanket of heavy snow that dropped on us a week ago. I followed the course of least resistance, trying at least to avoid the 5-foot drifts.
Somewhere along the way I muttered, as many Long Islanders have muttered this season, "I am so done with winter."
A few days later, my granddaughter walked that same path out back. She just turned 4 years old, and I saw the excitement on her face as she made her way through what must have seemed like a winding white canyon.
Her joy was the mantra that morning. It was there in the pleasure she took in knocking off the snow that was weighing down the bushes, and her glee in reaching the peak of the 6-foot pile at the end of the driveway. It was there in her anticipation at the top of the slide just before she plunged into mounds of........