I like your photo, the way the falling snow adds a psychedelic element, but wait, no, no, now that I'm looking,
I'm entranced.
This reminds me of a Canadian winter version of Andrew Wyeths' painting of the girl in a field crawling towards a barn,
and I'm wondering who made those tracks, did they fall and get back up, and whose darkened homes are those in the distance,
and why are the tracks veering away? Is someone being hurt, and chased, or are they disoriented from the cold,
ready to become one of those Canadians who freezes to death within sight, or within yards of their home.
This reminds me of all those old Canadian winters, before global warming hit the Niagara Peninsula.
Not even a frost here yet.