as a soft snow was falling
there we were
running along the frozen mud path
looking out for low-lying branches poking out overhead
weaving our way around rocks, roots
keeping alert to our footing
flowing conversation
sharing inspirations
meditations
what we read
what we heard
what we noticed
honestly, I think our drifting gliding running discussions are
as good for my health
as the physical running itself
just as we crossed the creek and
headed back up the slope
Full Stop.
there was a ladder
placed against a large boulder
at the side of our path
where did this come from?
why was it here?
who created this?
why? why? why?
pure whimsy?
a ladder to nowhere
look at the clever rungs,
cut like triangles,
pointing this way, then that,
back and forth
look at the newly-falling snow nestling in its crevices
look at the gorgeous rock behind, holding
how did we miss this
when we ran by the first time?
let's climb up
up, up, up,
we both climbed up,
stood on the boulder and
looked down on the creek and the woods
paused and smiled
there was no place to go
except the top of the rock
a moment above
perhaps no better reason
to build a ladder
the descent was a bit
rickety
wobbly
wonky
oh no
why did we scamper up like that
but it ended
with big grins
climbing a homemade ladder
in the woods
on a winter day
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