step.
The dirt was frozen hard and layered with slippery pine needles. Almost immediately, my boots lost traction, and I slid down the embankment harder than I meant to.
Branches clawed at my uniform.
Thorns scraped my arms.
I dug my heels into the mud, trying to slow myself, but the slope was too steep. I half-climbed, half-fell deeper into the ravine.continue reading …
