The wind is blowing hard today.
A sou'easter.
The red-orange leaves of the oak tree
are all rustle and dance,
papery and dry.
Leaves take off
skittering down the street.
The rain has gone.
I think.
I yet may make it walking to Frankton
to the optician's.
Jacket and scarf.
Hair all blown and messy.
Exhilaration.
Air in my lungs.
Muscles in my legs taut
as I bounce along on my MBT's.
Car?
No.
I'll walk.
Bike wasn't an option? MBTs will get you there no problem!!
ReplyDeleteWell, Joan, I felt like I was just bouncing along with you on your exhilarating walk. I hope you didn't get rained upon. Ah, the fresh coolness of Autumn.
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