Fog over the reservoir
Left before sunrise. The water was invisible for the first mile, only the sound of geese somewhere to the left. By eight the fog lifted all at once, like someone pulled a sheet off the hills.
A Walk Today
Short notes from slow walks.
The long way to the market
Took the creek path instead of the main road. Twice as long, half as loud. Found a bench someone has been quietly repainting green every year.
First cold morning
Gloves for the first time since March. The maples on the north side are already turning; the south side has not heard the news yet.