Footprints on the snow

Walking on freshly laid snow, I often look back to see my footprints, my trail on a beautiful white blanket. It gives me a thrill of sorts, though I know it would soon be covered with more flakes of slow-falling snow. Leaving this beautiful, arctic wonder after three and a half years, it feels the same. When I look back, I see moments, happiness, sadness all impinged on my trail. It doesen't thrill me anymore, but I know it will stay there and with me, for a long, long time. I bid adieu to Finland, with some sadness in my heart, but I take with me a lot of very happy memories!