Of course logic dictates these tracks are those of a cross country skier enjoying the landscape.
But what if it wasn’t?
What if it was a dejected clown who had to wear long narrow shoes to shuffle through the trees and perform a lone act on an empty beach to frozen waves?
What if it is a couple of snow snakes newly in love sliding along, hopped up on love bliss?
What if it was evidence that boys laid giant hot wheel tracks and made bets on who would win?
What if it was a giant with slender fingers who traced the snow seductively with two fingers making the earth sigh?