Sledding Stories

Above the one room farmhouse, with the curling swirls of hickory fueled smoke, the pond is frozen over. There beside the barn built of rocks, cement, and sweat it stares blankly into the lowering winter sky. Morning hoar frost covers barren branches and hedge apple fence posts. Up early, after broken fast, stomping a treacherous track down the slope from rocky meadowland. Sliding over the solid pool on bare shoe leather....