Bump…bump…bump. Faster and faster becoming a blur of pink, kind of. With helmet, gloves and Hello Kitty rain boots she’s invincible. After a few falls testing the edges nothing scares her now. Nothing in the security of our sidewalks and nearby cul-de-sac.

Each day spent scootering further validates the arrival of Spring.

“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.”
– Margaret Atwood