Jan 16
4 min read
Tracks: Part 1
A short story
It was a joyous feeling, knowing that you were the first one to pass this way. There were no tracks to be seen. He had been walking for a while now, and even though the snow was fairly fresh he would have thought that somebody would have been this way by now.
He wasn’t an early bird, although he often wished he was, and it was already 10 am. Usually, another walker or jogger would have…
