a minute on a Sunday (1)
This is a new thing I’m trying to take things less seriously. An idea, an intention, a smile jotted down in this space - nothing more and nothing less. Maysie and I were doing an early morning walk around our chilly yard when I saw her pause and notice… something. We stood together in the emerging sun and wet, cold grass (my toes!), and then I heard it, too: a slight quiet fluttering in the woods. All of a sudden, I saw it! It was the leaves falling from the tallest trees and getting caught in branches and vines as they fell. Gold and maroon in the green and brown. We could hear fall, it was happening right there in front of us. Maysie started from the pause, ready to keep circling and sniffing while I followed so grateful I had left my phone inside and was out there with my eyes and attention.