Watching dawn break and and walking into a beautiful morning.
Finding my centre and remembering what is important.
Bussing home after a puncture and trying to assimilate unsettling news.
Walking on Knocklofty in the rain and thinking about frogs and cheese and other things.
Meandering, pondering and encountering around the neighbourhood.
Getting a bit confused about what day it is and musing about Ruth Ozeki’s Tale for the Time Being.
An unexpected walk home.
Bloomsday, Moonday.
On my way to get an Arabiata under a hazy full moon.
Lured by the snow on kunanyi.