Once in awhile when I'm running, I'm totally captivated by the idea of whose feet have also touched the spot of the earth that my feet are touching. Not in a weird or germy way, Reader, and not all the time. (To be totally honest, I think it's usually about F. Scott Fitzgerald, who grew up in a neighborhood where I often run.)
It's just fun to daydream about. And yesterday, it was especially easy to do that, because a light dusting of snow had fallen. Because it didn't melt, it captured every movement on the route since the snow started at noon.
I don't even know what this is but I thought it looked sort of like ribbons.
And this! I think these are little ice pellets with snow on top.
Finally, if I've learned one thing this winter, it's how much I love pawprints in the snow!
Yikes! Gotta run. I have cupcakes to frost. (Maybe more on this later.) Happy Saturday to you, Reader!