I came across these little bird foot prints as I was rushing to a community meeting this week. They were little and cute and seemed to trample the snow that I seem to despise this year. They took away some of the hatred for the white stuff I’d been feeling this winter.
I don’t always hate winter, but this year I did, I do, I am….hating it I mean. I’ve felt trapped by it when all I want to do is be able to venture out into a more exciting world. It’s holding me back, but I resent it less with each passing day that takes me closer to spring.
I am glad the little waddling wanderer happened to stop by. š
