If you don't find me one day, I went rolling down a perfectly delicious hill at work. It is the perfect hill to roll down. It is just the kind that you could roll and roll and not come back from.
Mrs. Robin introduced me to it and ever since I have admired it from a distance. It is impudent, as well as immature for a 46 year old to roll down the hill at work. I guess that is why people ski. It is the thought of rolling down the hill on your feet. I couldn't think about going skiing but I would lay right down and roll down that perfectly manicured hill and thank humanity for letting me do so.
Decorum aside, of course; then, if I lived to tell about it, I would write about the feeling of rolling down that hill. I would imagine it is like the mountains at Rochdale which I was never brave enough or immature enough to roll down like everyone else. Life is too short to be too grown too soon.
Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker
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