I woke up this morning hoping to see the streets and rooftops covered in white but no luck there! “Magic” was what I was expecting but the weather decided otherwise and the forecasters were wrong again!
What a tease?!! Promise of snow has been in the forecast for the last few days but each time I get my hopes high and think tomorrow is the day I’m going to take the first walk of this year and be welcomed by snow-covered fields has amounted to nothing but disappointment.
I love SNOW! Let me take that back. I love snow as long as it is not accompanied by ice. I love the soft powdery kind that looks like icing on the cake and is sprinkled thick over the fields covering them in white, blinding white for as far as the eyes can see. A pristine and serene landscape that captures the imagination and takes off running to parts unknown. At least mine does but then again I have an overactive imagination.
So far, we’ve had a light smattering of snow in December but when I headed out to the fields most of it had melted and the pathways were a wintry mix of snow and mud, not my idea of “magic” folks.
We don’t get much snow in these parts. If we’re lucky, we might get some heavy snowfall two or three times during winter and that is it. I’m still waiting for it to dump some heavy duty snow but all it has done so far is to “tease” with promises of more to come. This morning I walked out the front door and a few flakes greeted my unbelieving eyes and hope springs eternal but alas, it was not to be. The sun is shining brightly now and those itsy bitsy tiny flakes were a tease as well!
I guess it will come when it is good and ready and not a moment sooner. Here’s the thing, the forecast says snow this weekend! Hmm…..not buying it until it shows up wearing bells and brings snow drifts to boot! It’s a wait and see approach now AND the “teasing” has got to stop! Put the snow where it belongs, right there in the fields and I’ll be quiet for a change. Please ! Pretty please!!
Monotony is up in the air today and perhaps out the door. I’ve decided to shake things up! I’m going from the normal routine of taking a walk in the fields and keeping company with just the wildlife and nature to moving it to the city for a change.
Chachi, the cat, knows something is up and keeps looking at me suspiciously. He knows that his mom is up to something but he doesn’t know what it is yet. Does he care? Not one little bit. He is back to his normal routine of taking his place by the window seat and watching his kind of TV from the kitchen window. He is relishing life as it was meant to be in his world, relishing it from a cat’s point of view that is.
I usually meet a girlfriend for breakfast at our favorite cafe but she is away visiting family and instead of staying home, I decided to go it alone. I am not someone who loves hanging out at cafes or bars so this was going to be a very different experience.
The small but tastefully furnished cafe is all lit up with Christmas lights and there is a cozy atmosphere about it which is right up my alley. It’s a small Italian-style place which serves Italian ice specialties in summer but when the weather turns and gets colder, they revert to an indoor place serving the best coffee in town and breakfast to boot. It is the perfect place to meet up with friends but for today it is serving as my place to break new ground.
The young Italian men running the place are more than welcoming. They’ve seen me here many times before but never alone. I’ve always had someone by my side. Today, it was different. It was cozy as usual, only today it had a warmth that was hard to describe. Just a lovely feeling of being at home. I spotted the cakes lined up in the glass case, Tiramisu and Black Forest cake but no cheesecake! Never mind because that was waiting for me at the bakery across the walkway.
I took my seat at the window which was perfect for people watching as well. I ordered my usual cup of coffee, two scrambled eggs, bacon, some salad and a bread roll. Looking out the window I could see that it was cold and add the wind to it and it was not a comforting day at all. The people were bundled up and battling the wind and the cold, their faces red as their breath streamed out like dragon’s fire! I was glad I was indoors.
The promenade was lit up with lights galore and a Christmas tree all decked out took its place of honor. Suddenly, more people started coming in and it started getting noisy. I couldn’t let my thoughts run rampant anymore and to take me to where I wanted to go, just nowhere special. Looking across the room, I spotted a guy looking my way. I had seen him there last week. This time he smiled and I smiled back, just being friendly. Then he gave a slight wave and I waved back. An invitation of sorts? I wasn’t staying to find out. Men are out of the picture for now as far as I am concerned!
I left the cafe feeling full of energy and something else. Not sure what it was but it felt good for a change. A slight drizzle was starting but it was not going to dampen my spirit. I headed to the bakery to pick up my daily dose of cheesecake. The lady had a big grin on her face as she said, “One whole cheesecake?”
Me sheepishly: “Yes, please.”
It is a foregone conclusion that I have no willpower when it comes to cheesecake! Heading home, I decided, it was time for a walk as well. Why not go all the way, right?
The fields were covered in fog and there was nothing moving out there. Even the crows had taken refuge and nothing, absolutely NOTHING was at play today. Suddenly, I spotted the lone heron standing dead-center on the path I was on. Its underbelly gleamed white as it stood there motionless, again statue-like as I kept approaching. My heart caught in my throat. Perhaps I will get to touch it today but just as that thought crossed my mind, it took off into the air and to a place unknown.
Making my way back, the wind was relentless as it whipped my long hair around. It was showing no mercy today. Wishing I had piled it on my head and fastened it with a clip as I usually do but there was no chance of that now. So I let the wind have its way and walked home thinking it is going to take extra brushing to get the tangles out. Then I saw the big puddle of muddy water and my eyes lit up and skipped a beat. Seeing no one around, I jumped in gleefully and it joined in deliriously. That, folks, was a perfect ending to just half a day of shaking things up. My idea of it anyway. I came home looking like a wet rat with my boots and jeans splashed with mud BUT with a huge grin on my face! The rest of the day will be tame if not downright boring! Who knows and I’m in a rebellious mood so will see what comes up next. I might just decide to go jump in the duck puddles as I used to as a young girl!!
It was a gorgeous day yesterday. I usually don’t walk on Saturdays and Sundays but the sun was shining and I just couldn’t resist it. Blue skies with white puffy clouds greeted me as I stepped onto the fields.
“Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.” John Muir
Surprisingly, I was all alone. Weekends you see more traffic here but today either the people were still sleeping or they decided that it was just too cold to venture outside. They didn’t know what they were missing!
The fields were frosted in places. It was as if someone had taken a paintbrush and splashed it haphazardly with crushed ice. It was beautiful but it was more than that. Serene, is the word that comes to mind. Taking in a deep breath as I usually do, I kept on walking my gloved hands shoved into my thick coat pockets. It was cold but the sun was deceptively warm as it graced my face and welcomed my presence.
I headed to where the herons gather. Just a spot out in the fields, nothing special but it was for some reason their sacred gathering place. Today, I wanted to be in their presence or as close as I could to them. It was as if I needed to see them to feel complete. Maybe, I just needed their calmness and their stoic stillness to seep into me. They are masters of calm after all. Standing still like sculptures made out of stone, they let nothing bother them. Unlike yours truly who lets everything grasp at her insides and take her for a ride. Today, I needed that calm to bring me back into balance. Unfortunately, they were nowhere to be seen. Too cold? Had they flown to sunnier pastures? Nature has a way and a time and place for everything. Mine was not to stomp my feet and question why or to demand that it be otherwise.
I made my way back gazing at the sky above me. It was gorgeous. It was blue, an almost azure blue with streaks of white criss-crossing them for as far as the eyes could see. Just a slight droning told me that there were planes up there making their way to somewhere. I welcomed the slight noise as nothing else was moving here below and if not for that slight droning noise from above, there would be an eerie silence surrounding me.
I was still filled with unrest but the walk had taken it down a notch or two. As usual, these walks help me to go within and to ponder about life, nature, the universe and about people as well, The fields also help to let my imagination run wild not that my imagination needs any help in that respect! It was a beautiful morning and a glorious day. Looking forward to more of the same in the days to come.
I took a walk on Saturday but this time I wasn’t alone. Most days, I like to walk alone but this time around it was a different story. A friend decided to go along but not before we had this conversation.
ME: “You should bring your old, time-worn boots because it will be muddy in places.”
HIM: “I’m not walking in mud!”
ME: “Why not? I walked in mud yesterday and it was wonderful.”
HIM: “Well then, I’ll watch you.”
Complicated? He is, but he doesn’t think so. Or maybe I am.
The walk was great. We walked further than I would do when I’m by myself. The sun was trying to make a showing from behind dark grey clouds but it was a difficult task and a losing battle against the looming clouds. The ground had thawed out from the light snowfall of two days ago and there were some wet patches along the path and I think he did step into one or two mud puddles and if he noticed, he kept it quiet.
Nothing much was moving out there or so it seemed because we were deep in conversation and noise often blocks out what the mind sees when you are alone and your senses are on high alert. We talked about nothing in particular, just life in general. I kept looking for the herons, my new-found passion, but they were nowhere to be seen. We went up and down the hill and then to my surprise a few minutes later there they were, standing silently and pretending not to notice our intrusion into their sacred space. We watched them for a few minutes but they refused to move so we walked on and left them alone. It was a beautiful walk and sometimes having a friend there makes all the difference.
Later that evening, I received a text message from the same friend with this quote attached to it. It was by Jane Austen and it went like this:
“The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!”
He captioned it: “This fits you well. Somewhat of a compliment.”
Did he just call me complicated? If he did, he is not far from the truth. I’ve heard that label being placed on me many times before but it doesn’t faze me. I’ll wear it gladly. It’s nice to know that women back then had the same problem of trying NOT to fall for the wrong guy although the main theme in Sense and Sensibility is “the danger of excessive sensibility.” It could be the case with me but I am not settling, not just yet. Most of us want to find ‘love’ but falling in love takes more than just a chance meeting. However, I do agree that a man needs to be given a chance before I shut the door on him.
“I am made of little rooms full of thoughts, emotions and memories. You cannot define me by listening to me once. I’m too complex.” Unknown
Why wouldn’t I be complicated? I love spending time out in nature, traipsing around in mud, talking to wild life versus preferring human company and if that is not enough, Chachi, the cat, comes in picking up the slack when it is needed! I go by the motto, why give the milk for free or get the cow for free, something like that but you get the drift. Anyway more specifically, why invest in a cow when you can get the milk for free, dumb maybe BUT it holds some truth to it. If that makes me complicated, I AM.
“Sometimes I think maybe I’m just too complicated for anyone to love.” Unknown
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields that it kisses them so gently? And then, it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” Lewis Carroll
Looking out the kitchen window this morning, snow-covered rooftops greeted me as Chachi, the cat, wagged his tail excitedly at the scene before him. It was the first snowfall of the season and it was beautiful.
Slipping on my boots, I made it to the fields excitedly to see what this first snowfall would bring. It was freezing cold and even though I was bundled up from head to toe, I could still feel the bitter cold as the wind brushed past my face touching my nose in a not so friendly way as it made its way to the open fields to play. It had free rein.
It was still early and the snow-tipped mountains were gleaming white from a distance. The ground closer to home was left untouched but it was wet and muddy, not really a pretty sight BUT beauty is in the eye of the beholder as they say.
I wanted to see frosted trees all laid out like picture postcards but I was disappointed. This snowfall was light and barely visible. The trees stood tall and proud their bald tops reaching to the sky. They seemed content with what was to come. Afterall, they’ve seen this cycle many times over. Nature was at work and everything had a time and place.
The crows were at it again only this time they were gathered in the trees and their raucous cacophony deafening to say the least. I wanted to see if the herons would make a showing so I headed to the spot where I had seen them last. Unfortunately, it was empty. Then I heard a loud shrill cry and on the other side from where I was, I spotted one lone heron standing still, its wings pulled tightly against it like a cloak to ward off the cold wind. Again, it stood there ignoring me as I wondered, “Why alone? Did it somehow get left behind? A straggler that somehow missed its flight for whatever the reason? What’s the next move I wondered. Just then out of nowhere I saw them flying gracefully past me. There were three of them their wings spread out, their spindly legs hanging low as they flew gracefully across the skies. One headed to the left and the other two stayed together. They didn’t land this time, they were headed somewhere. Perhaps, it was time to get out of here. The one lone heron was still there standing still perhaps contemplating its fate or it had made up its mind to stay and to weather the storm.
I left it there and made my way home hoping for more snow tomorrow. It’s in the forecast and this time I hope it will blanket the fields in white and fill it with magic.
“Snowfall rouses your inner child to dream and play once more.” Angie Weiland-Crosby
“Nature has been for me, for as long as I remember, a source of solace, inspiration, adventure, and delight; a home, a teacher, a companion.” Lorraine Anderson
The rain had stopped but there were reminders left behind as I stepped over mud-covered pathways and navigated around small puddles of water. I had a sudden urge to jump in them as I used to as a young girl but I had to stop myself as I am a grown woman now and such antics would not be looked upon kindly. It was cold this morning but that’s nothing new. Winter was marching in and little by little the wide open expanse before me is being transformed into a bare and desolate landscape ready to go to sleep before the biting cold sets in.
Today, I am greeted by loud squawking. Birds were flying overhead zooming in and out haphazardly. Watching them I noticed that they weren’t heading anywhere in particular but just flying around with no formation whatsoever to speak of. Were they heading south? Each year, it is a ritual for the migratory birds to fly out of here before the cold sets in. It is a display of precision, of single-mindedness and of loud shrills and squawking as they made their presence known to those of us below who watched them mesmerized as they flew out of here and to places unknown. It was also a sign that nature was getting ready to take a well-deserved break from the breathtaking display of color to one of drab and grey. Today I was alone as I watched the birds fly and then settle in the trees nearby. Perhaps they were taking a break from their journey to recuperate before they took off again. Whatever the reason, I welcomed their company with a big smile on my face.
Approaching the apple trees, a sudden movement catches my attention. Two beautiful bob-tailed deer dash out from the forest line and across my path and onto the other side disappearing into a clump of bushes. Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen any deer in a long time so this was interesting. The fields were certainly alive this morning. Perhaps the birds had stirred some life into them. As I approached the path where I had almost twisted my ankle the other day staring at some birds in the distance, I heard flapping and shrill cries in the sky. Just ahead and not too high up in the sky were six birds, their wings spread out like fans as they descended a little distance from me and landed quietly on the ground and then stood there as still as sentinels standing guard over nothing in particular. My breath caught in my throat. I had seen them twice before and not recognizing them, I had done some research and found out that they are grey herons. Slim, elegant creatures with long beaks and dark circles around their eyes. They are beautiful in a silent and regal way. I didn’t expect to see them today but there they were standing still and ignoring me.
In Greek mythology, the heron is associated with Poseidon and is seen as a good omen. Native American Tribes see the heron as a symbol of patience and good luck and in Celtic mythology, it is associated with transitions and adaptability and if that’s not enough to get your “happy hormones” in a spin, herons often appear to those seeking healing, calmness and stillness in their life. When you experience repeated heron sightings, it is there to remind you of the contentment that comes with knowing abundance is at your fingertips. All good right? I’ve seen them three times so it’s a wait and see approach now!
I decided to check out the deer and the birds as well. Something was up and me being the superstitious type, well not quite, but I do believe in some stuff so I was curious and needed to know if there was anything attached to these sightings. Remember what they say about black cats crossing your path? However, deer crossing your path is supposed to have an opposite effect. If you see a deer crossing your path, it is seen as a positive omen. It means that you will soon receive good news or fortune. WHAT?!! Let’s add birds to the mix why don’t we? Birds flying above you is a positive sign and it means that something massive is about to happen in your life and change the whole trajectory in the best way imaginable.
Hell, I’ll go jump in those puddles of dirty, muddy water, who cares what anyone thinks? Is nature getting ready to reward me? I don’t know but I have to get quiet, find a space to meditate and hope one or the other thing happens. Fingers crossed and I’ll keep you posted.
I was restless. My mind was doing a dance while the rest of me was having a hard time keeping up. It was still early in the morning but I needed to get out and into the open. I needed to breathe and leaving the enclosed space I was in would help me to do just that. I needed that blast of cold air to shut out my thoughts and I needed to feel free.
Bundling up was my first priority. It was cold as I approached the open expanse I call the fields. The wind was doing its happy dance and reached out brushing my face with its long cold fingers. Icy it was not, but that was to come in the not too distant future. It was just a matter of time now.
The purple-hued mountains in the distance were shrouded in a thick fog and they were now invisible to the naked eye just as parts of the fields were as they too were covered in a veil of white. I paid it no mind as I knew the way well and could get around the area with my eyes closed. As usual, there was no one around and I had the place to myself. My mind started to settle down taking a back seat for a change and I let out a sigh of relief. It was nice to feel calm again.
It wasn’t a pretty day as pretty days go. Everything seemed grey and gloomy, there was beauty there somewhere if only I looked hard enough but today I wasn’t looking. The fields were bare having lost their summer bounty of fruits and vegetables. Some parts were brown, tilled and ready for winter but other parts had something green growing and flourishing in spite of the weather. I couldn’t tell what they were except that they were a bright green adding much needed color to an otherwise drab day. Probably some feed for the animals. The farmers had it down to a science so nothing was ever left to chance. The trees had lost their golden glow, the leaves had all but gone and the branches looked bare their gnarled fingers reaching to the sky as it sent a chill down my spine. I prefer them clothed in green or in shades of gold, orange and red.
Suddenly a shrill sound caught my attention. Looking up I saw a large hawk cut through the fog gracefully. It was on its way somewhere. I stood and watched as it flew out of sight and disappeared into the distance and all was quiet again.
Winter was on its way, that was clear. The fields were preparing to go into their winter sleep having done their work for the summer. It was time to rest and recuperate and to work beneath the surface but they were not in a rush either. They had the time to work their magic in silence so that when spring rolls around they will emerge to WOW with a new bounty of the fantastic kind meant to mesmerize the mind, body and soul. I wasn’t quite ready for it yet. I needed a break.
Summer had bid adieu and we too will bundle up against the bitter cold, gather indoors for warmth and in a way like nature, it will be a time for introspection and regrowth. It is a chance to stop, reflect, regather our strength and to come back stronger, I hope, to face a new season. That is the plan.
“Look for something positive everyday even if some days you have to look a little harder.” Unknown
“Sometimes the only way you can get past the rain is to remind yourself that nothing lasts forever and that better and brighter days are coming your way.” Roger Lee
The rain had come and gone, all three days of non-stop heavy showers and intermittent drizzly weather. The ground is soaked and fall had done its job of shaking the leaves from the trees and they lay forming a carpet of rain soaked leaves on the wet ground. Looking up at the trees there are still leaves on the branches, some green and some golden as a reminder that this is not the end of it, there will be more rain to come and there was more work to be done.
“Life’s not about waiting for the storm to pass….It’s about learning to dance in the rain.” Vivian Greene
I wish I could dance in the rain again. As a young girl, my greatest joy was to join the ducks in their dirty brown puddles of water and to let my heart sing with joy as the rain beat down on us. The ducks quacked with delight or was it with anger, whatever the case maybe, the human was one with nature. Now that l’m all grown up and should know better, I spent the last three days cuddling my coffee mug in my hand and my head filled with stories to tell. Today the rain had moved on and the sun finally made a showing although weak, it was still beautiful as it caressed my head with warmth. The fields were a mess drenched in water and mud. The narrow rocky path was the only way to go. The breath I took in was clean and smelled of something unfamiliar or it could be that the rain had washed away the staleness and in its place had left a beautiful freshness and all was made new again.
A raucous crow made a loud sound as it made its way to the fields and landed on the ground looking for whatever crows look for. Looking down at the tiny gravel-covered road, I noticed that the sun was doing a number on the road. Long thin strands were glistening like they were holding diamonds in their midst. I stooped to inspect it because it was a beautiful sight as it sparkled and beckoned. I realized that those tiny long strands making circles all over the road were snail slime or rather a kind of mucus produced by snails. Those snail trails help to protect the softer tissues of the snail’s foot as it crawled along but add sunshine to it and the yuckiness turns to magic and I had diamonds sparkling everywhere. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and whoever coined that phrase knew exactly what they were talking about.
“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.” Langston Hughes
The man had a way with words and today it sang to me as I made my way back home for another well-deserved cup of coffee and more stories to tell.
“To me, a rich and satisfying life means one full of contrast. Give me sleep ins. And soft rains. Coffee shops and conversation. But also adrenaline and adventure. And drunken bellows to the stars. I am determined to embrace this extravagant life for all that it has to offer.” Beau Taplin
It wasn’t a great day for a walk, grey clouds were gathering and as promised rain was on the way. What a difference a day makes, weather-wise. Yesterday it was picture perfect, warm and absolutely mesmerizing but today it had turned tables and was ready to show another side, a grey and wet one. There was no beauty to speak off as I trudged nonchalantly through the muddy and leaf-strewn path heading for the forest line. Oh, but I was wrong for I had only to open my mind and my senses to see the contrasts between a beautiful day and a bad one. To my surprise, each had its own brand of beauty if only I wasn’t so quick to pass judgement.
The not so subtle rustling of the leaves caught in the interplay of wind and absolute silence was balm for my anxious soul. I needed peace but somehow it was missing today. Glancing into the forest, I noticed that it was quiet, too quiet. The trees were tight-knit and hidden in shadows of its own making echoing the onslaught of rain that was to come. I usually don’t like walking close to the forest because a feeling of unease usually envelops me and my senses are usually on high alert as it was today. There was no room to relax. I walked on in silence and in the distance, the hoot of an owl could be heard. I welcomed the distraction and made my way to the stream. It’s gorgeous in spring, its banks overflowing with golden daffodils but today it droned on in silence, devoid of color as it made its way to the pond where the storks gather. Today, there was not one stork to be seen. They too had gone hiding from the oncoming force of nature. Standing at the tiny wooden bridge, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It was peaceful but the unease was still there. Enclosed spaces are not my cup of tea and neither are deep dark forests. I moved on, got back on the path and made it to the fields.
My mind began to relax as I took in the wild open spaces before me. I was free again and standing at the bottom of the hill, I took in the panoramic view. It was grandiose even through there was no sun to speak of, only a light purple haze enveloping the distant mountains. It was beautiful just the same. Just a different kind of beautiful.
Contrasts are necessary to show the light and dark aspects of life and today nature decided to show my jaded mind, come rain or sunshine, there is always something beautiful about each aspect if only I would open my mind to it and embrace it with open arms to reap the full benefits. The rest of the walk was uneventful, an ordinary walk but my mind knew that if I kept my eyes peeled, I would capture the extraordinary. It was just a matter of time and if nature was willing to throw it my way. As the first droplets of rain hit the muddy path, I pulled my jacket tighter around me and ran back home leaving nature to do what it does best.
The ebb and flow of life was at work and who was I a mere mortal to question the order of the day or how it was brought about to life. Just accept and enjoy was the message and I bowed my head to its all-knowing wisdom. I was at peace.
“Adapt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
It was wildly windy yesterday but since we had a respite from two days of non-stop rain, I decided I would venture out and see what nature had in store for me.
Approaching my usual haunt, I noticed that I was all alone with wide open spaces before me. The sky was dotted with angry grey-tinged clouds and they seemed to be gathering force, perhaps for another deluge or two. It was in the weather forecast afterall.
I couldn’t take my usual route because it was covered in mud so I kept on the narrow roadway heading to the top of the hill. I noticed that even the birds had taken cover from whatever Mother Nature had in store for us. Not a soul and no animal or bird was out there but I liked it that way. However, I would have liked a rabbit or two for company but not today. The wind was strong as it whooshed past my head and it wasn’t whispering softly as it usually does.
Suddenly I noticed something move in the distance. I stopped and watched as it glided gracefully with the wind. As it got closer, I noticed that it was playing along with the wind, doing a dance of its own. I thought it was a hawk at first but it was much bigger than any hawk I had ever seen and its underbelly was tinged in orange. Was it an owl? Do they fly like that? I had always thought they were nocturnal creatures but I’ve been surprised before. I stood and watched as it got closer with every gust of wind. Right before it got above me, I decided to move and fast! Not sure why but I just did and the unidentified creature took off in the opposite direction.
The wind had picked up speed as I got to the top of the hill and it was playing havoc with my hair whipping it around my face. I looked around and noticed that today my beloved fields were cloaked differently. The trees were showing bald spots where once it had been a lush green and the farmers had harvested all their crops and in its place planted something that was sprouting green. Not sure what but it didn’t matter. They knew what they were doing. Then it dawned on me that I loved the fields in whatever color it chooses to wear. I’ve seen it dressed in white, seen it bright with flowers, golden when it is turning colder and today dressed in grey with its skirt billowing from the wind and that too seemed to suit it just as well.
Stopping at the top of the hill to take in the scene before me, I noticed the wind had picked up speed so I turned around to make my way home and just then I felt the wind pushing me forward and not too kindly either. It seemed to be saying, “C’mon get moving! I’ve got work to do.”
I walked home with a smile on my face, the wind on my back and a new found respect for nature. It has it all planned and execution of that plan is never a problem. Winter will get here when it is good and ready but first fall needs to make one last stand. Golden suits me just fine as well.
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