Yesterday is long gone, washed away by the hours of life. I must leave it behind. Today is like untouched snow after a heavy storm. As I step into it, my footprints will make my very own mark in the day. I can choose to go left, or right, or straight. I can hop on one foot and make a special indentation somewhere. My imprint on today will be as personal as my fingerprint, it will be mine alone. The fresh coating of snow beckons to me. I have permission to start over.
Footprints in the snow