Mila

I followed behind Dr. Ethan as we trudged through the snow. I held onto the guiderope for dear life while the snowy winds pushed me this way and that. Had the snow not already been so deep the winds might have won our war.

Dr. Ethan took one step at a time, careful to make a path for me, but his legs were so long, he couldn’t compact the snow quite low enough for my short, little legs. The tips of my boots dragged through the highpoints of the snow peaks he ...