
Dealing with life’s difficulties as they come is part of
a good life.
Slip under the tree.
Jump over the root ball.
I bundle up and keep warm from the assault of
snow and wind, and I tie my scarf snugly around my neck.
The trunk hangs by a section of bark, and
soon it will crash down across the path.
Then I will climb over the tree, and I will keep going.
Always, I will keep going.
It’s what I do.
Failure is not an option.