Footprints

The snow that coated the sidewalks yesterday remains in our backyard. On the sunny side of the street no traces remain, as if it never fell.

When I first moved to Blissville, I kept to myself, barely glancing at my neighbors. I knew no one. I thought I was invisible. But I was wrong. They noticed my comings and goings, and knew who I was, too. I just didn't know it.