Writing down ideas,
Finding a penny on the sidewalk, chatting with the mail man,
Picking up acorns
and clusters of leaves....
Reading Ray Bradbury, watching a cobweb spider at work, checking up on a friend,
Spying an albino squirrel, inhaling the smoke-scented evening air.
Following pathways of the season.
And now home once more.
There's hot ginger tea. And a softly lit lamp. And Mr. Bradbury again, following something wicked.
Think I'll join him.