When I went to bed last night, some would say this morning, I stopped and stared out the window in my room.
I couldn't help but notice the footprints or bootprints made in the snow. They outlined a trail that seemed mysterious to me. Just one right after the other... all leading somewhere. It made me want to run after their whisper, "Come, follow me."
Crisp.
Detailed.
Fresh.
White.
Lovely.
Dare I say... Beautiful.
I love this post.
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