I saw something beautiful today. Want to see? Just follow my footsteps. Trudge trudge trudge. Here we go…

Before the snow comes, the grass is dense. It sways in the wind. Just watch what happens.

It snows.

Mule deer…
… make tracks in the snow. On a golf course, where there is nothing to guide them, they follow each other, in single file.

On the grass itself, they let the grass show them the path.

Then the wind comes.

Then the wind keeps coming.

There’s a lot of wind here. There’s nothing above us except the universe. It makes the wind. Nice.

That wind keeps coming.

Well, the same happens to the grass.

The bunchgrass.

It directs the wind, too, just like the mule deer. I promise, if you’re going to go walking now, you’re going to walk where there is the most wind, which is between the snow. Free will here means you have the free will to choose what has already been chosen for you, to flow.

Spring’s growth is determined now, in this world of footsteps: footsteps of deer, and footsteps of the wind, and yours, if you like.

The grass sculpts them all.

And the wind sculpts the grass.

This is the path.