Tracks

 

All was soft and silent as the falling snow; the house tucked in safe for the night.  The fire downstairs was still roaring; the kids still awake, playing peacefully, still going on the high of the snowfall; and the wife, like a teenager, was still trying to seduce me.

I had everything a man could want.

Yet the light across the street swelled, signalling for me to enter.  No sign of red – only white. The snow tonight was my protector, keeping me inside, with my family where I belonged.

For tonight.

After the snow, there’d be no tracks to discover.