Before It's Gone

I cannot begin to imagine how that grand exit might look (there are so many scenarios, from outrageous to frighteningly plausible) so I simply don’t.

Underground

On some of the drier morning walks, I drop my walking sticks and lie down, my spine adjusting to the exposed roots hiding beneath last year’s leaves.

Tucked In

One quick trip to the truck to load up this week’s meager two-bag trash deposit for the bin at the end of the driveway and it’s back inside, boots off and under the blanket on the couch.

New Windows

On occasion I’ll get to travel around the state, meeting with colleagues and offering my support for their hard work in challenging times.