What - I wondered - was she waiting for?
Was it for that one ball of snow to come apart? To mix itself in with all the others? To dissipate and disappear?
Was it for that just right moment? The one where she'd be sure that when she leaps...that net might appear? That moment when she might know - without question or doubt - that whatever it is that she's hoping for and dreaming of will hers to be?
Such clear intention. Such steady focus. Such unwavering determination. There was nothing - that was going to distract her....to deter her...to draw her attention away from that prize.
'Just jump' - I heard myself saying almost out loud. 'Just jump before this moment passes. Just jump before you can't jump anymore.'