I was walking through the snow to someone’s house the other day. It wasn’t that lovely powdery snow that feels so soft nor the hard solid snow you can walk on top of without going through. This was the yucky slop snow that engulfs your entire lower leg in a watery mess. You never know quite where to step that won’t leave you with a soggy pant leg.
The good thing was that someone had gone on this trek before me. They left their footprints in the snow blazing a trail and making it obvious which was the least grimy route. I carefully stepped inside of their footprints making my way to the door. I was thankful for the one who had gone on before me, clearly marking the path I should walk.