– Part 1 of 4 from the 'Snowfall' story cycle on Through All Things: throughallthings.com/snow/ --
In the belly of Long Meadow, there were a dozen small hills, all padded in white, that gently ran into one another. Atop every hill was its own swarm of sledders, mostly children, who would situate themselves into their fluorescent pods before a couple of seated hops forward sent them on their way. Once moving, they forfeited nearly all control, entrusted willingly to their sleds on a curved white canvas. I can imagine now that they made swift strokes, a set of parallel lines, all the way down the hill. Back up and down, over and over again, the riders' trust grew as if they secretly knew too that a straight line was the shortest distance to a fit of giggles every time.
Prospect Park, Brooklyn, NY