An Elderly Woman Warned Me Not To Touch The Snow—The Next Morning, I Understood Why

surface that only forms when no one has walked through it and no wind has sculpted it—just snow falling straight down through still air, layer upon layer, recording everything that touches it.

And something had touched it.

Leading from the gate to the house, and circling along the walls right up to the windows, were footprints.

Men’s footprints. Deep.continue reading …