They stare with a thick air of skepticism out over an expanse of ocean. The wind bites, faces wince and burrow deeper into clothing. The trail has melted, been blown smooth and frozen again and we tread with some care after a dozen or so swift crashes into its hard and unwelcoming surface. Shaking it off, they push themselves back into an upright position and carry on. Soon they are laughing and shouting defiantly as they get a running start to slide down the icy expanse. The resulting tumble, while still bone jarring, is of their own accord. Resilient.
They are not discouraged for long by a landscape which shifts beneath them. Change presents possibility as old ideas are left behind or rendered impractical for the current conditions. With so much to accomplish, failure is delegated a small seat in the back of the room. Inspiring.
They're tuning into the frequency of a season that approaches while changing speeds and swerving. Yet they are innately in tune. Instinctual.
And still, freeze or thaw, you can always count on Mama to have the proper footwear. Practical?
Wishing you all the best of weekends...whichever season you may be experiencing in your part of the world.