Thin sticks of frost this morning, hard ground tattooed with horseshoes, pawn prints,
and walking shoes. “Excuse me,” a young woman shouts to me, “Where’s the Wills?”
"This is Wills Canyon Trail,” I call back. “But where’s the Wills?” she insists.

To find your way,
               follow the path that leaves footprints
                                                                           without feet.