Article 07

It is Sunday morning, and given the night’s calm serenity, I slept profoundly. However, fearing that I might arrive late to the café, I opt to toboggan instead of my usual waddle. I enjoy both but the former is more efficient when time is of the essence.
Zipping through my neighborhood, I note the Christmas decorations starting to appear and all my neighbors in general good cheer. It is the anticipation of the joyful season that makes me smile as a warm hopefulness covers me. Hope is often the fuel that propels us panguins as we often journey without fully knowing where life is taking us.
We put our faith in something not seen but receive its just fruits more than we realize. In this beautiful but fragile world where I live, gliding on my belly and waving to my friends, I feel immensely joyful and free.