Inches of snow piled up overnight. Hours of thick tiny flakes sifted and blew throughout the day.
I walk this trail, sometimes four times a day. I really thought I’d be able to tell where the path was.
I couldn’t; not at all. I tried gauging distance between fences and benches, tracing the curves in my mind.
It was only rarely that I stumbled across asphalt.
Only the wind brushed fields, scoured a shadowy hint of a path.
The wildlife descended throughout the day, huddling for food along the edges of the deck.
Rambling ... 