Clumsy feet

Confused on how to get from Building A to Building B, I followed the footsteps someone else left imprinted in the Ontario snow. With faith I allowed them to lead me, and it was a success. I laughed at the thought of someone trying to follow my footprints. They’d be lead in circles, through dangerous paths, stumbling where things got topsy-turvy and they may even trip over the indent of where I fell on my bum. It kind of scared me to think someone would follow my clumsy feet. Then it hit me, that’s what my little one IS doing.

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