"The kindness and special quality in G-d's making man upright, to walk erectly, is that though he walks on the earth he sees the Heavens; not so with beasts that go on all fours; they see only the earth." [Chabad.org]
Falling on ice and never getting hurt, a miracle.
Rolling one's body with the fall, legs strongly agile and never bruising, miracles of health when there was supposed to be illness, relaxed muscles never tensed not twisting as you hit the ground.
Falling at least once every winter, a ritual to call upon G-d for healing, for G-d to create the repetitive miracle not to ever be hurt or afflicted. No bruising no bumps no discomfort, easy sliding onto a bed of soft fluffy white snow feathers like the filling of a quilt, never needing help to rise back up.
Snowfalls softly and swiftly doing damage but not to me. A snowfall with no ill effects no potentiality of doom following its spreading of ice upon the ground.
Walking surely and steadily onward and upright, not to worry and not to anticipate an incident, instead to enjoy the flakes upon one's tongue as they melt like white chocolate and satiate the appetite accompanied with a cup of a hot chocolate drink.
Rolling in the snow and spreading your arms to create a snow angel with a large wingspan like a guardian angel image to reflect that G-d made the snow and He said it was good.
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