Over the weekend, when I went out to walk, there was a spectral fog spread out over the grass. Coincidentally I was reading Ghost-Eye then. It felt apt.
On both occasions the weather was stormy when we (I) visited the crown bridge. There was lightning in and around us while we returned. It was fun talking about lightning striking people while we returned.
What Savya Wants
New Things
Wanderlust
Things Become Other Things
The Route Circle
Full Moon
Spring Already?
Why Walk the Same Path Every Day
Ignore the path
What Are Trails
But paths other have walked upon
I Miss Walking
Nord Letter #2 - Walking