Chapter V describes my cheeky assumption that I'd become skilled & adept at handling parts of the trail that others found challenging. My comeuppance came later on a hike in Wiarton, and returned with a vengance this summer when I fell in my own backyard!
Stairs. I'm being EXTRA careful right now. Both the cast and splint are gone, but the bones in my wrist are still healing. Mud, moisture, leaves... look out. If we hold onto railings when we walk, perhaps we should hold onto each other when we grieve.
frost-covered
stone steps,
the obstacle
course of grief.
both are treacherous