back and forth

I would never have thought of going sledding at this age, guided by the care and encouragement of those I love. I let myself try, sliding down the hill, laughter coming before I have time to stop it, my body remembering something my mind had almost forgotten. In that simple back-and-forth motion, joy feels light and unguarded again, and when it fades,

I keep thinking about why I ever stopped going sledding.