Take me to the frozen riverside. I don't know how to skate, but I like the textured ice. It's my place to frolick about. The smooth surface of my mukluk bottoms would typically make me fall, but the ice' jagged edges grip to my toes like hands rising up from the waters. I like the way the sun's rays dance along the crystals the same way my little legs bounce into the air. I've always walked pigean-toed, but I never felt odd. It makes my childlike prance seem a bit more balanced. I can't help but feel if my feet pointed straight I wouldn't be able to play the way I do now. So with my crooked little feet and my careful little walk, I'll play on the edge of the mile wide waters- letting them tickle my toes through my caribou souls.
