A cold Winter morning: a grey ghost moves about quietly.
Following the fading traces of a phantom not yet seen.
What Truth will be found following your fading path of the past?

A pair of trails, newly blessed with snow, revealing yesterday.
Leading away on divergent lines of life, met now by you.
What footprints do you leave behind for those following tomorrow?

A Winter walk without expectations of experience.
Two lonely shapes move opposite one another, stop, and stare.
A new connection is created, but what is connected?