A Crunch in the Grass

Whoa! My ears gave a sudden twitch, catching the chill of the breeze. I blinked, realizing my legs weren't frozen anymore! Shifting my weight with an impulsive wobble, I brought my heavy boot down onto the pale winter lawn with an eager stomp. Crunch! A crisp blade of dried grass snapped right beneath my sole. I bent forward, excitedly prodding the flattened stalk with a gloved thumb, completely delighted by the rustling sound. My toes can wiggle, my feet can jump, and the dirt feels wonderfully real! I popped back upright on the lawn beside the quiet group, tongue dangling with pure glee.