I woke up early and walked outside. It smelled like autumn but looked like summer – all the trees soaked in sangria sunlight, kids outside, cracked egg. I wanted to walk. My body needed moving. So I walked for thirty minutes to the strip mall nearby.
When I got there, the parking lot was already crowded. Lines out the door of the grocery story. Saturday or not, people had their lives to lead, and they were leading them through the weekend motions. The store had their pumpkins out in three-tiered towers. There were red ones and white ones, but mostly orange.
I didn’t stop at the grocery. I walked past the Staples. There’s a local store selling beets and wheatgrass ground up into drinks and powders, I bought a fruit smoothie from them and it tasted like a pina colada. It was good.
Walking home, I talking on the phone with a friend. It felt bright to be alive without any walls around me, and nice to share that feeling with someone else.
Coffee: French Roast, Trader Joe’s Brand; woke up a bit late, caught the coffee just after the heater went off; that’s my favorite time to drink it – a bit stale, a bit sour, but still warm.
I took a walk yesterday. It’s been so cold or wet or dark or busy that I haven’t taken a walk for a while. I took my usual route out of the neighborhood and towards a strip of greenway that follows a stream and courts the backsides of some houses. It was Sunday, there were some families and some joggers. It was just a bit chilly.
I always feel forgiven walking in the woods. Not for anything specific, but the trees are accepting, like ‘this is a place you can be.’
I took the long way up Maynard. There were cars. It’s a steep hill and you’re getting tossed all around by the wind coming off the cars. Then you’re in another neighborhood that goes up and down and has a lot of money so all the lawns are nice. There were Japanese Maples and some yellow trees. I passed a couple. I said hello. They were pleasant. The guy had a limp.
And after all that I came home and opened all the windows in the house, wanting to be baptized in the world a little more.
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