On an Afternoon Walk ~ A Child’s Imagination

 It caught my eye. The snowy lining on every branch, roof and fence post. The city had gone from a deep freeze to brown slush on streets and sidewalks while the trees were celebrating their frosty beauty. But that wasn’t what was so curious. It was this branch that reminded me ~ well the child in me ~ of a reindeer’s head. Antler’s pointed to the path ahead. I can see shapes in clouds, hear train whistles in the wind, sense the magic of the seasons - but a reindeer in the trees? The adult in me just snapped the picture and walked on.

“We don’t stop playing because we grow old, 

we grow old because we stop playing.”

~ George Bernard Shaw