It snowed a few weeks ago in Lausanne; a beautiful dusting that covered everything with an inch of wet snow.
As I walked my son to preschool, I noticed something that made me smile. The sidewalks had been cleared, and yet every stretch of snow remaining on the edges had tracks of footprints. Made by child-sized feet. I watched, smiling, as my son did what the toddler before him had done…march boldly in the fresh blankets of snow.
There was a wide swath of cleared pavement to choose from. He didn’t need to walk in the snow. Nor did the child (more…)