A thought re visited

This month in 2013 I was at the beginning of my bus journey day and of this blog. Down from the door was only my second post.  This morning that poem was running through my head again. Or perhaps more aptly the line ,"where many paths and errands meet."

Why, because there was snow, and from my doorway, not a foot step to mar the white sparkly surface, out the gate and still only my footsteps. Round the corner and the at the top of the fist steps and the first set of footsteps appear (plus paw prints) and mine join them.

A little further  and now there are one or two more heading off into the distance.

Steps in the snow.