Meandering

I feel good.

A little short of breath, a little sweatier than preferable with the rest of the work day still before me, but good.

They say the human species evolved as walkers, epic walkers, and today I walked. Not to epic proportions, but for a good half hour.

In summertime, the stroll from your car to your office will kill you in my part of the world, when the temperature and humidity goes out of control. But right now, the air is brisk and chill and great for a lunchtime walk.

I observed a backyard full of rosemary, a bird that sounded like a rusty gate swinging back and forth, and way too much litter, including a plague of plastic bags swimming downstream on their way to kill marine life.

Now, it's back to work.

Winter moments

Down by the creek, cold and quiet, after our only snowfall of the season.

What is missing

I have not walked in a long time. There was that rather hurried excursion down to see a boggy boardwalk with my Niece two weeks ago, true. She got very hot and thirsty and we came back quickly. It was a disappointment.

No, I have not wandered off on my own of late in woodlands, lingering beneath shade, stopping to turn over stones and squint at small flowers.

I have been to visit some blogfriends tonight, admiring their photography, and realizing that not only have I not walked in a long time, I have not recorded it in pictures.

Saturday, if Sweetie does not need me for something, I will walk.