Ghost Tracks

A couple of inches of light, powdery snow were on the ground as I left the house this morning. I followed rabbit tracks along the path through the woods.

A block or two later, shoe prints marched up the street and the paw prints of a medium sized dog, sometimes close to the shoe prints, sometimes darting off into the snowy lawns,  evidenced an earlier excursion.  

Farther on, another set of foot prints appeared in the street.   The outline growing faint, old tracks filling in with new snow.  Or, perhaps, the tracks left by a ghost - a form without the substance to make a full imprint into the snow.  

I followed the trail for a while. Without any intention to do so, my steps gradually synchronized with the fading footprints.