Wanderings

From yesterday's 40°F to today's 14°F, I lacked any enthusiasm to open the door. But open it I did.

In my own wanderings I found tracks of another, I'm not sure from which animal. Evidence of creatures passing in the night, recorded in hard frozen snow. My own footprints only a day or two old are slowly being eroded by wind.

As shadows lengthen, another day draws to a close, darkness falls, wanderings recommence.