Patters of little feet Straying away from home First thoughts of freedom First steps of unbroken soles You were never told You didn’t know what lay in the cold Pitter Patter of baby feet Tracks on virgin snow You didn’t realize how hard it’d be to trudge there The patters of tiny feet  First...

I’m writing this one on stolen time so forgive me for any lack of depth or originality. It turns out that blogs can’t compete with actual real life work, and if your blog is in contention with your bread and butter then you need to restructure your priorities. If you’re too lazy to do this yourself...