This could have been titled, why I don’t get cosplay. I was sitting on the couch, watching yet another romcom with my mother after dinner, and my right leg began to be restless. It wasn’t bad. I didn’t have to get up. Yet it shook something in my thinking. Somehow, the NOVA episode on sleep,… Read More I gallop in my dreams
On a hike around Lullwater Park, I passed by a man for the third time. One while driving to the parking area–he was walking–and twice on various parts of the loops I generally traverse. I joked about it. He said he was training for a backpacking trip in California. As I went onward, with my… Read More A Friend as Muse…
There are many changes in my life right now. On one of my #OwlBag walks I was delighted by a painted stump. It was a small one, but clearly seen as a trip hazard. Along the journey, beside the creek, there are always roots, or rocks to possibly trip over… but periodically you come across… Read More Painted Stumps and Tracking Changes