The footprints led away from our front door, then down the path to the driveway. A fresh coat of snow allowed for them to be seen clearly, and the impressions were strange, as each ‘finger’ was clearly delineated, and longer than that of a cat or a squirrel. An opossum perhaps? Maybe one of those bandits – a raccoon?
I don’t know, but it’s both a comfort and a terror to think of what goes on here after I’m asleep.
