http://slow.writerscafe.org/ItsDiva The original writings of author Diva en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775968761 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The trees overhead sway as the wind blows in the chilly winter air. It never snows in Larkinge, so the path is clear. I near the edge of the trail and slow. Stopping completely, I jump off my horse, Bolt, and sit by the lake. Taking my riding boots and socks off, I dip my feet into the cold water. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItsDiva/2827376/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ItsDiva/2827375/