of impractical footwear and inevitabilities
He started walking on a Tuesday.
It wasn’t snowing when he left but the flakes began to fall within hours of his departure, as he knew they would.
His shiny leather shoes were not well-suited for the weather, but that did not deter him.
He kept a steady pace as his shoes slowly lost their shine, and his toes grew colder.
He never looked back. Not once did he turn to see the line of footprints that marked his progress, though they never lasted long.
Trails left in snow are difficult to follow.
But that didn’t matter.
He knew it would catch up with him eventually.
It always did.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.