Footprint

I did a show in this tiny town called Longyearbyen. We went snowmobiling around Svalbard and saw Arctic foxes, snow bunting, polar bear footprints and almost got lost in a blizzard. Bill Bailey Footprint Nonchalantly, the broach of a bear’s footprint. Not any bear…a polar bear; and blizzard… a blizzard to cover one’s tracks. Indeed, lost - bobbing along on a snowmobile venture. The twist and turn of fact and myth dangles at the edge of a bluff. Still, I can see it - a wild fox in a white fur coat, with its bushy tail, and a snow bunting, in flight, with black-tipped wings. A footprint is a funny thing…I am there, transported to a frozen oddity. My eyeballs ogling the path, digging deep, down into the tundra. What more will I discover on the polar beat? Will the bear follow me as I retreat? 2/18/2023 Writing Challenge -F Constance La France