Tracks and those who follow your tracks...

"We will be known forever by the tracks we leave."~Native American proverb

    Walking along the dirt road I see the tracks of other walkers.  I notice the tracks of dogs beside a few..  Some tracks are large, others petite...All are walking for a reason:  To exercise something--sometimes the brain, the body, the dog, the heart, and even the soul. Even tears have tracks--the ones they leave on the face and in the heart.


     I wonder who left the tracks on the road and wonder about their owners.  I wonder if they wonder about my own tracks...

     There is one figure who follows me and who leaves no tracks.  I will post a picture.  She changes with the seasons.  Sometimes she looks sporty, and sometimes she looks ominous. Sometimes she seems to be a muse for me, sometimes she chastises me.  I hope she is not the grim reaper.....because I cannot stop for that!

     Walking the road is giving me a perspective that is different than I had before.  I believe it is making me more sensitive to nature, birds and animals, and to myself...