A path
Joy of parenting | (3)
As I stood watching the children play in the snow, I felt at peace. The village clock sitting on the church tower showed a quarter past eight. We had fifteen more minutes left of snow play before we had to make the rest of the way down the hill to the train station. In front of the train station, the cold school bus sat with an open door waiting to be filled with the hot breath of children as they push and shove past each other into seats.
Sweet Bear waded through sparking, white snow up to the ...