Walden Pond, Concord, Massachusetts
TOGETHER, to this day...
Cold days keep the snow light and fluffy.
Sculpted personas abound, and
the unseen are present.
Each one molds its own path,
some hurry along, others crisscross, but never meet.
It looks like all of them keep going on purpose,
with a joy of being that transpires through.
I wonder if the traces of our steps feel the same way ?
What a JOURNEY !
