snow trails.

when i was little you used to put me on the back of your snowmobile and ryan on the back of mom's and we would ride the trails around mattawan. we rode mostly under the power lines behind our neighborhood because it's a straight-away laced with small hills. we felt as though we were flying every few seconds. i used to sing school songs to myself while we were flying. i didn't think you could hear me at the time. but i could make out your mumbling over the zinging motor, so maybe you were listening to my songs. maybe you heard me as i recycled the phrase: i love my dad, i love my dad, i love my dad.