I noticed the yaktrax sitting on the floor while I was getting dressed to head out on the trail. I don’t think I need them today as I think the snow is soft and not so icy today. But the little birdie on my shoulder persisted telling me to put them on. I chose not to listen thinking that the little cleats would just get in the way, and I didn’t want to risk losing them in the snow. The little birdie on my shoulder chirped again. Are you sure you want to go out without them? I opened the door and headed out with just the boots on my feet.
The trail was certainly softer than the day prior thanks to a few warm days and nights. I headed easily down the path and started down the hill towards the little bridge.
Wooosh… down I went, sliding all the way on my bottom to the base of the bridge. Fortunately the snow was soft and the only thing I bruised was my ego. I stood up and looked around to see if anyone was nearby. I was relieved to see no one in sight until I started walking and looked back to notice sitting right there on my shoulder that little birdie saying, I told you to wear those little yaktrax!
Throughout the month of March I will be participating in the Slice of Life Story Challenge with the community of writers over at Two Writing Teachers. Each day I will post a draft of a story detailing a small snippet from my life. This will be my sixth year participating, and each year I marvel at all the small moments I would have missed in my life if not for this challenge. I am grateful to Stacey Shubitz, Betsy Hubbard, Beth Moore, Kathleen Neagle Sokolowski, Melanie Meehan, and Amy Ellerman for hosting this wonderful event!