Footprint

I woke up this morning to find a thin blanket of snow on the ground. I know it can be disruptive but I genuinely love the snow. It makes me long for the days of growing up in the country, when snow meant days off from school, long walks in the cold and coming home to sit by the fire. I miss those days.

This morning, walking through the park to work, I wore my snow grips over my boots. Maybe I was trying to kid on that the snow was thicker than it actually was. But I like the groovy footprints they leave behind.