Tracks and Histories

Sat out tonight on the front porch. Car and snow plows gliding by, nearly silent on the snowy road. Tracks we made playing on the front lawn today are muted by the new inch of powdery snow upon them. Today's tracks, the tracks of this lifetime, covered by changes, time, the happenings of the present.

Felt the cold seep past my clothes to my skin, and thought of how many creatures and people have died on cold, snowy nights. If humans died en masse, not only our individual lives would be lost,but also our particular community, our family culture.
As animals pass over, do they see their family's history ending, or only their own lives?