What He Sees
I am setting up fences around the magic carpets, so I don’t see the family come in, nor book a group lesson. Mom would have led the way, hand on her husband as they navigated through the stiles to the desk and on to the rental equipment area. the son, Sawyer, would have followed, giddy with anticipation. He’d be holding his dad’s hand, pulling him toward the base of the chairlift to meet the children’s school class I’m teaching.
That’s when I see the father’s orange vest.