Running today, I found the tracks in the snow I'd made yesterday on a small path through a birch stand. I retraced them, and noticed that at some point a canine had taken up my tracks as well, leaving its small prints right beside mine. But after about 500 yards the dog's path jetted off to the side, and in my mind I said, "Dog, why did you leave me, just when the journey was getting good?" And Dog said, "You vain fool, I was never with you to begin with. Our paths just happened to meet. Stop feeling so sorry for yourself." Amen.