Frozen footprints

Yesterday’s footprints are cast in earth harder than concrete, their texture tripping us at every step.

This is my day nineteen contribution to this month’s River of Stones.

Snow on stone wall

On snowy mornings, I can read the stories the dog sniffs every day: here, a jogger ran; there, two dogs raced off leash, jubilant.

This is my belated day seventeen contribution to this month’s River of Stones.

Storm drain with snow

Beneath the snow, slick as sin, lurk the frozen footprints of last week’s walks.

This is my Day Eight submission to a river of stones, a month-long challenge to notice (and record) just one thing every day. I’ll be posting my “stones” both here and on Twitter, where submissions are tagged as #aros. Enjoy!