At twilight yesterday, we went into the park across the way to walk in a snowy field. The light was almost gone, the landscrape a blueish white. As we walked and looked around, our eyes focused on a message written in the snow. We could barely make it out, but found safe amonst the boot prints, a question:

OKAY?

Okay?

Okay?

It made us think about what message we might write on the blank slate we found before us, for someone else to find…

…random