But it's not so hard. Just keep your legs wide, your feet flat, one step at a time. Maybe more like the Tin Man. Your confidence builds. The air is crisp.
Small gusts whisk through the spruces, blowing off showers of snow that glitter in the winter sun.
Sprigs of mountain laurel peak through the tops of undulating drifts, and you remember that you're walking about two feet off the ground. Suddenly some tracks cross your path. You stop and look closely. Two little paw prints followed by a pair three times the size. It's a snowshoe hare, nature's graceful antecedent the awkward augmentations strapped to your feet.