Daniel's Sister: A Winter's Morning Walk
One Sunday morning the sun penetrated every particle of snow laying on the ground. This was the first Sunday of the new year, and I wanted to be outside to experience the magical bliss of a lazy weekend morning with a special friend, my brother Daniel. Before we left, I made sure my brother had worn enough clothes to bare the chilled walk. “Here...wear this,” I said, handing him my gloves. “And this,” I added, and placed my tinted glasses in his hands. I also had thought about what to wear. It didn’t take me long to decide on mother’s tall puffer coat that didn’t have the traditional hood but enough fabric around the neckline to roll it up and over my head. Out through our building’s back entrance and across the street we found ourselves on an empty snow-filled sidewalk. Our other walks, mostly during the Fall, would pique my brother’s interest in collecting fallen leaves on the ground. He bent down many a times every few feet to pick up an isolated leaf, ...