There was an inch of new snow this morning so I put on my Doc Martins with the knobby tread to lower the possibilities of a tumble on the rear. I walked the mile down Main Street to work.
The little John Deere snowplow that clears the sidewalks hadn’t made it all the way to my part of town so I was following tracks put down by people who had preceded me. There were little tracks of kids on their way to school and bigger tracks probably left by university students and those just out for a morning walk.
Then there were these.
What? Who? Big bare feet.
The tracks continued for blocks usually obscured by other footprints.
The wide sidewalks in the middle of town were already plowed, but on the corner as I waited to make my final street crossing--there they were again.
The boss said he’d not seen anyone running barefoot down the street. My coworkers leaned toward a Sasquatch a.k.a. Big Foot hauling himself out of town before sunrise. Not much chance of a vagrant since anyone sleeping in a gutter around here would be covered by the snowplow and then trucked out of town.
The tracks might have been left by a runner wearing the new style barefoot running shoes. Or not. My guess is a university student who lost a bet. I just really wonder how much of the runner was bare.
