Footprints of Death

    In the morning after our -8C (17F) killing frost we took Lexi for her walk at Koeneman Park.  There was still frost on the ground, but we made the round as usual.  In the days that followed, I noticed that everywhere I had stepped on that frosty morning, had caused the grass underneath to turn black and die.  

    Those footprints I later thought, were symbolic of Humankind’s journey on the Earth.  It seems that everywhere homo sapiens treads, a path of destruction and death is left behind.

    Sorry to be so morbid, but take a look around you at what little we have left of the natural world we inherited.

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