Morning Trail Run

Amherst, MA (3miles)

Peppered

I made use of the dry, warm weather today by planting thirty crocus bulbs. I looked then at the bare ground and tried to imagine it peppered in yellow and purple petals next spring.

Blowing Around

Spent the day in pleasant company. The cold weather blowing around outside. The sort of day that makes for long, involved conversations. The sort of day where my voice, my brain feel a little exhausted by the end of it. I climb into bed wondering when we can get together again? Hoping the answer is 'soon'.

My Sunday

Sometimes you just have to kick your other plans to the curb.

Air Outside

The air outside had a cool, wet skin this morning. The stars thinning out, I felt closer to the light sky than usual.

Rain Save

Four girls caught by a downpour on the walk home from Middle School. Nobody has an umbrella. N dials for a rescue as they took shelter under a tree. 

Ten minutes later the car doors clap closed. Every surface inside the car is instantly soaked. We're smooshed inside with kids and bikes and backpacks. 

The windows fogged up from all that giggling. 

It's nice to occasionally provide the rain save.

Indian Summer

Blue River Lodge (Sept, 2013)

I dangled my feet off the dock and into a mud bottomed lake this morning. It was murky lake water that it seems everything disappears into. Feet dangling, coffee in hand, I closed my eyes and listened to this place. 

There's a difference between listening for something as opposed to sitting still enough to listen to a place. It's in the brain filters. Listening for something selects one sound, it disregards other sounds as noise.

I spent this morning listening to whatever came. Birds or bugs, the sound of truck tires on the gravel road, the wind kicking up dry leaves that are yellowing soon. 

There was an expanse in me that the outside world opens. A welcome sensation that I live in a large, complicated, noisy world. One that drowns out the chatter inside my brain. I felt grateful for the very air around me.