With snow, comes a fall

It’s been a while since I’ve fallen.

I suppose I’m due.

According to a recent story in the Billings Gazette, an adult falls every second.

The last tumble I took was more than a year ago. Searching for the rooster a friend had shot, I slipped on the ice in the cattails and went down. Unhurt, except for my ego, I quickly scrambled to my feet. I always quickly scramble to my feet hoping no one saw me fall. After all, it’s embarrassing. We’d rather stay upright.

I used to fall more than I do now. When I was younger and faster I was also a bit more reckless. I can’t say I’m much mo...