With the fresh Snow and Rain of yesterday, my frozen barefoot tracks no longer exist. They have been replaced by the half barefoot/half booted tracks required by my frostbite healing process.
I encounter my tracks and think about impermanence. My tracks will change. My toe will change. The sadness I felt when I saw my barefoot tracks can be a part of the past. The image only lives in my mind. The tracks are gone. I can let them go if I chose to, or I can hang onto the memory and allow it to continue to cause me pain. The choice is mine, in this moment, right here, right now.