Dangerous Upstreams

​I sympathize with Marsha's apprehension. Really, I do. It's in her nature to be cautious, she's a "Hophare" at heart - always a mere breath away from skittering off, dashing to safety and comfort.

​Well, regarding animals, I'm more of a Whitewing Vulture... I'm bound to the skies! It's my calling to glide above these freezing valleys!

​How can Marsha not feel intrigued by the upstreams outside our cabin? By the landing site just beyond the winds? ​Just how high up would they take me, I wonder? Perhaps far enough to reach the giant skeleton by the ridge? ...How steep would the fall be, dared I make a mistake?

​Alas, there's no point in pondering it. I don't want to break my little snow rabbit's heart. Or my bones.