Snow Forensics

As the snow melted away on Thursday, I started to notice something odd. There were trails of footprints left behind, like something out of an episode of Scooby Doo. Everywhere I had traipsed around and compressed the inch of so of snow on the ground, it was dense enough to melt at a slower rate. So wherever I had been, you could see these footprints. I knew they were my footprints because I was the only one silly enough to go walking around in it for no good reason.