It’s a rare day that I am the first person to put my footprints on a path frequented by dog walkers and joggers, but it happened this morning.
Dave and I arrived in Denver last night and woke to a light dusting of snow. The temperature was a chilly twenty degrees, but the sun was shining brightly compelling me to take a walk along the dry Willow Creek while Dave did his jobsite review.
Overhead a flock of Canada geese was flying south in formation and I noticed small paw prints on the trail. I wasn’t the first creature out and about after all.