this morning #1302.

this morning, a few of us dragged our sleds through the snow to the edge of town & then continued on up the hill. from the top, we towered over everything. i looked down at the town. saw our house, far off in the distance but still visible. it’s the biggest one on the street so it stands out. looks like dad’s got a fire going. when i get back home, i hope it’s still burning. i turned to my friends just in time to see one of them sprint past me unannounced & catapult down the hill. one by one, we all followed after, a mad mix of screams & laughter filling the air around us as we bound down to the bottom. when we arrived, we recounted how AMAZING that was & then headed back up to do it all over again.