Sunday, February 13, 2011
Blue Sky and Blossoms
I am, usually, a vigorous and sturdy walker. The neighbors are used to me striding along, rain or shine, with or without canine accompaniment. This morning was my second foray outdoors since the doctors removed my appendix. I was overtaken by an older lady, who walks with a cane. I felt like so much flotsam, bobbing in the wake of her battleship-grey haired passage. In no time at all her rolling gait had carried her into the distance, She was off to have her coffee at the golf club and I know there are eighty-five steps down and then back up. Equivalent to a trip to the moon for me today. Luckily, I didn't have to go far to enjoy a little color in the world around me.