6:15 a.m. I gaze outside to see footprints in the newly fallen snow. The prints puzzle me – No, they are not the cat’s. They look like…
My eyes move to the left and I notice a solemn rabbit nibbling on a bush buried in snow. Nibble. Alert. Nibble. Alert.
Moments of silence pass as I enjoy the scene below. I smile as my mind connects to a book, Footprints in the Snow. Hello my unexpected acquaintance.
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