When winter is deep
and water’s transformed into ice,
the road that we shortcut to work
might seem for you an adventure,
for us it is normal.
When the lake is finally frozen,
a floor — solid but slippery hard,
we take it ever so easy on spike-studded tires,
arriving apple cheeked happy
safely to work.
The journey reversed is in darkness,
and is one of the blessings of winter,
as is the bottle of wine
shared in a fireplace night.
Today Sarah wants us to contemplate a journey at dVerse that might be ordinary for you but different for others… I’m sure that I might be the other one writing about commuting cross the ice every day on bicycle.