FOOTPRINTS

They last only moments.

The stretch of time that it takes to walk a mile can see them vanish in the winds brushing across the trail.  They are not permanent.  They are just us passing through this life.

At times they trudge through the muck and mire.  At other times they find clear passage.

As my life.

My feet are still finding their way.  The unique journey that I take is mine and mine alone.  It is shared.  It has special others whose steps parallel my own.  It has past journeys that have seen parting of company.

I see the days ahead full of new paths and even two new little feet.  

This week I've seen a change in the weather as fall ushers in, and in me I have seen a thoughtfulness that has lingered... a wondering of what changes my own life has yet to see.

We all live here.  We all breathe.  We all walk, and ultimately we all die.

What will be my footprint on this world?  As the mountains rise above me, around me - I know there are still many to climb.  There will be hard ascents and even harder times descending in the trials that WILL COME.  

But there will be strong Vistas.  Views only available if you make the climb.

I know I'll take some serious memories.  And hopefully leave my footprint!