Footprints in the Snow. It’s a dreary Sunday morning. Fresh snow on the ground. I see footprints in the snow. I begin to follow. Step by step, foot by foot. I continue my morning trek. The footprints continue. Their heading towards work. May it’s me two hours ahead. And I’m already working? But alas they turn. They head elsewhere I shuffle my boots. And walk in my door. O well maybe tomorrow. As I start my shift. By km2