Last night we got our first measurable amount of snow. An icy inch, more or less, and with rain in the forecast later today, I wanted to go for a walk before it melted. Terrified as I was about falling down and making a “snow bum” I chose a route that was as flat as possible. While my thoughts wandered, so did my feet, taking me down a stretch of sidewalk Amy travels in the morning on her way to school. Instantly I recognized her footprints. The pattern of lines and zig zags made by her blue Wellington boots. For a block I measured my stride to match hers, footprint upon footprint. At the corner, I turned left to go home, while her footprints continued on, straight. Different paths. Different days ahead of us. Yet still close. As it should be.
The Word Pirate 
Oh my, this has touched my deepest soul. Thank you.
P.S. You are one very powerful author! Your compositions are a gift to any who will read and always to me. They are works of art that expresses the wonders of being human.
Fred
P.S.S I really, really like them. Picturing Amy and you was a delight.
Dear one, thank you so much for that! And thank you so much for you-my uncle, my spirit animal, my champion. I love you! ❤