While not all walks are momentous, mystical, or even memorable they are all actually pretty good. And even when they aren't good, I feel good having taken them. Today, it was such a pretty morning in a misty Scottish sort of way that I liked it a lot. I didn't find any loose change, but I saw the moon in the morning sky and that is always pretty; in a misty morning it is even more so. I saw my house - or almost saw it in the distance through a heavy fog (red fog warning on my phone's weather alert this morning), and then I saw something one doesn't usually see and it was a jeweled gift on a dew covered tree. I post a picture of it here for you to enjoy.
Then because I took several photos on my outward jouney, just enjoying the morning, I decided to jog back a little faster, and saw a tiny perfect maple leaf laying atop the sidewalk, not flattened down or leaching its tannins into the underlying cement, but pristine and red describing Fall in the Northeast in its own little way. I didn't take a photo of that little leaf, you'll just have to picture it in your mind's eye, as I must store it in my memory to recall later when all that is left of these fallen leaves are dark spots in the cement and barren trees in the landscape.
-later, 12 days to go
