I'm not alone.

Hello friends. It has been a long 2 weeks on this dirt road. Not just weather wise but health wise. Managed to hunt down and capture me one hell of a cold. The first week I just sort of laid around the house occasionally having coughing spasms in which I thought I would just pop a lung. The rest of the time I just felt plain lousy. This week things have started to get back on track but it is taking awhile. I got back to my walking routine but have to stop every now and then to cough. Very inconvenient. And writing has been the last thing my brain could focus on so I haven't done any of that either. Part of me hopes you missed checking in to see what is going on because I know I have missed my 'cult' followers. Well here is what I was thinking about today....
One thing about walking on this dirt road is you rarely meet up with anybody. It is a quiet backwater road in a quiet town. On occasion a neighbor will drive by, see me and either stop to chat for a minute or wave and continue on their way. But most of the time it's just me. 
Today I noticed other footprints on the road. Now one thing about a dirt road and mud season is footprints last for days. As long as the weather stays dry, your footprint is like that of the dinosaur. It's just there set in the mud. And nothing except weather and time will erase that print. So its not unusual for me to see my prints in the road from a week ago. Today there were prints I didn't recognize. They were not mine! How odd someone else walking on the road. It's not like it doesn't happen but I always seem to be alone out there. I felt a little jealous. Like my road cheated on me with another walker, in fact, 2 other walkers. Then I started to wonder if they listened to the woods like I do. Did they look down through the woods at the beaver pond and see the channels starting to flow as the ice slowly retreats? Did they look up to see the geese as they flew overhead their calls echoing? Did they listen to the woodpecker and try to find which tree it was in? Do other people see my road as I do? Or do they just see a dirt road? 
This road has brought about change in my life. Which makes me think it is a little more special than your average, run of the mill dirt road. So I wonder when other people walk down it leaving their footprints for me to see. Do they see my dirt road, their dirt road or a dirt road? Questions to ponder on this dirt road.