Walking along muddy trails. listening to the beat of raindrops, nostrils filled with freshened air, catching drops on my tongue - beats a moment of sitting indoors clean and dry.
A piece of cake, I thought to myself
It seemed fitting to take a wander down to Memorial Park this weekend.
Some words and thoughts pass quickly; some linger in a walker's mind as she strikes past.
The quieter Harbourside Drive is not far from our front door