Play

Snowshoeing is not my favorite thing. Usually. We stopped for lunch. It was cold and wet, and the ermine and mouse had completed their chase. I was done with my lunch, but so were many others. We began to break off from the herd, in small groups, branching off of the teacher group. I crawled along the top of the snowpack, moving towards the top of the hill. I lay down on top of the hill, rolling down quickly. I sit up at the bottom of the slope, giggling and covered in snow. I am followed by Rachel, Sofie, and Grace. I find my way back to the central grouping of people to see that there is a hollow in the snow where people are tackling each other, I join in, and help to take Rowan down. I am soon giggling and sitting on the ground, out of breath and still ready to play.