It comes in silently, moves through the town without a sound, and crouches against the houses. It wraps itself among the trees and tangles among the branches. Now it moves a bit, thicker here, thinner there as a breeze rearranges it. Gray and ghostly, misty and mysterious, fog holds the city in filmy fingers. It […]
Jul 12, 2013
Footprints
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My grandchildren like to make footprints. When they get out of the pool, they will sometimes purposely walk around on the deck, leaving those wet little shapes of their feet. We’ve all read (or written) mystery stories that involve searching for footprints as clues to who has been where. I’ve sometimes wondered if the places […]
