Every day I walk out back to feed the chickens - I have my own little foot path embedded in the snow. Daily I see the paths of others crossing mine. I smile at the small tracks of a mouse barely scratching the surface and at the deerprints that not only break through but bury themselves deep off to the side of my trail. I can hear the traffic of the highway to Alaska come through the bush and if I go for a walk on the road the traffic can see me too.
Every day we are in a hurry to go somewhere. So many paths to cross. I'm glad yours and mine did today.