Companions

The only other footprints you could have seen, even if you had been standing over my shoulder, would have been mine. They stopped abruptly, the toes digging in sharply leaving a small powdered sugar pile of snow in front of them.

As if the scene had startled me.

And it did - but I do not know if it was because I am a photographer and I recognized immediately the opportunity for a good photograph or whether it was because I am a writer and I recognized immediately the opportunity for a good story. But I sat on my haunches and thought about that a moment while the snowflakes dropped down and into the prints, irreverent and lovely.