We had a scattering of snow on Friday, so around lunchtime I wrapped up and went out to see if there was any fun to be had.
One of the pleasures of a fresh covering of snow is the chance to lay down a trail of footprints, and to follow other people’s. (Unless that’s just me being childish!) Finding this bird print pattern in a quiet part of town was a small treat. Two or perhaps three visitors had left their traces on the pavement before me.
I wonder what the next by-passer must have thought to see this scene with my jumbled footprints layered on from stopping to take a picture, then skirting around it as I went on. I never thought to look back.
Shared for the One Word Sunday Challenge: Seasonal.