No Footprints

Today, I awoke to a call from my grandmother.

"Look outside your window," she said. "In your 22 years, have you ever seen something so beautiful?"

I shook my head and smiled silently. I nursed a milky mug of coffee and watched little black birds spin around the feeder.

"I want to preserve it," She continued. "No footprints, no snow knocked from branches; a perfectly untouched scape."

I laughed. "But, then we'd have to live with cold forever." "Yes. And I would have no reason to call and declare the beauty beyond your windowsill.”