Grace - or not

It was one of those winter days. Started out clear, but got colder. As the afternoon went on the sky turned an icy gray. She wore tight jeans, a pea-coat, and brand spanking new tan faux cowboy boots.

There was the puddle on the far side of the street, slush and God knows what else. As is often the case, no clear path around it. She soared right over it. Perfectly clearing a miserable obstacle. Hah! Her boots remained unspotted.

She couldn't have planned it better.

Of course then one heel slid across the iced covered pavement -- voilà! perfect pratful.