Way Up High

The sky is gray, the air is sort of gray and the snow, now rapidly melting away, is gray indeed. What I really like about this is that all my old jumping stones and rocks are now clearly visible, ready for me to - Jump! Mum has lost count of the number of treats I've earned today. Even if the angle is 80 degrees and the rock is 2,5 meters, I have a go at it. And usually succeed. Mum says I am a tough cookie.