Fresh tracks in the snow

If you are a skier and hear someone say “fresh tracks” you likely visualize tracks in an attractive curvy pattern down a white ski slope. Perhaps you like to stop part way down the hill to look up and admire your tracks in the pristine snow. This really is one of life’s greatest joys. So you likely have a smile on your face now. You are welcome.

I have hung up my skis (for now). Fresh tracks may have a different meaning, but they still bring joy. Early this morning, the snow was pristine when I walked my dog Caramel. We were lucky to make fresh tracks in the snow. The neighbourhood sidewalks and nature paths were covered in a perfectly white fluffy layer of snow. The soft snow was floating down, tickling my cheeks. The air was crisp and tranquil.

A simple pleasure.

Like fresh tracks down the slopes, her adorable little paw prints will not last long. I need to admire them in the moment.