A world of white, featureless under new-fallen snow. Untrodden.
I look back.
My tracks stretch behind me. The nearest are crisp and clear, cut as if with a knife, but they become indistinct as they disappear into the distance. I know the path back. Or at least I think I do.
But it is the way forward, through that untrodden snow, that is full of intrigue.
It looks so simple from here, but I know once I start ahead it will change in ways I can’t currently comprehend.
What views will open up, a reward for my patience? What holes are hidden by the deceptively beautiful snow? Where does the path end?
I see many ways in my mind, but I know that the real path will be beyond my imagination.
I march forward.
Across the untrodden snow into the blankness ahead.
This was a new post written for an old #writephoto challenge by Sue Vincent. Her original challenge was on November 29, 2018. My original post was a chapter in my “Of Wind and Wings” serial story. This bit of silly philosophy is my current response to the photo by Sue at the top.