Life has been hectic.
I feel like I say that a lot on here!
It has, though, with many irons in the fire. I was making great progress on 2 novels, then stopped to give full attention to other things professionally, not least among them starting track meets back up as safely as humanly possible in a pandemic.
We pulled one off successfully, then I got a nice, snowy Sunday to myself and fiancé. We went walking in the woods in a winter wonderland. I looked at our tracks in the snow. My mind drifted to that old poem, "Footprints in the Sand," and an idea came to me for a take on that poem.
Here is the result, that I jotted down then typed up a couple of days later.