I was here the imprint in the snow seemed to scream. I leave no mark on the world in my everyday life but occasionally, on the rarest of circumstances I can show the world I exist. I am more than the shadow streaking across your deck, or the flutter in the corner of your eye. I am color and shape and sound when you see me but I leave no mark on the world. I am transient. I may be with you for days or even months then I’m gone. You remember me perhaps but in an impermanent kind of way. An after thought of summer. A pleasant memory of my life as I go about my business as if my only purpose is to give you pleasure. But I exist as an individual and I leave my mark when I can for as long as the sun allows it to stay or the arriving wind blows across it wiping the snow clean of my presence. So see me now, for I am here. This is my mark.