Tracked

Every day on my way to work, I drive past a pond, which although it is located a few feet from the Trans Canada Highway, is actually the epitome of natural tranquility. In summer, the surface of the pool, which is surrounded by trees, is mirror-like, and in winter, the snow-covered surface leaves tell-tale traces of clandestine visitors. On a daily basis, I see an array of prints on the snow. I wonder what animals use the pond as a bridge, but have not yet seen any of the shy forest creatures -- until this week.