Write four lines of prose about: ice.
We're up in Dawson Creek, having a blast with Max and his cousin Natalie. Having said that, less than two days of being with the two of them is more than enough time for me to realize that I have no interest in having more than one child of my own.
Holy crapola. Maybe when Max is old enough to take care of his younger sibling I'll change my mind.
In other news, there is a lot of snow here. Not as cold as I was worried it would be, but I am still going to enjoy our southern return.
It's out there. I don't need to see it to know that it's waiting for me. Lurking beneath thin layers of snow, lingering under shady trees, disguising itself so that incautious eyes believe they are approaching clear pavement.
Intent on bringing me low, the ice has set many a trap for me but I shall elude them allllllllllll... oof.