This haiku was written some time ago,but it fits in with our January weather. The snow melts in a warm spell, and then the cold returns, freezing the ground and any impressions left in it. Footprints remain as a record until the next thaw. I have always been fascinated with the idea that just by walking I have left a bit of myself behind for someone to notice and to wonder about.
pause along the muddy track.
Travelers move on.