Walk
Autumn brings mixed emotions. The soothing heat of the summer is over and the Devil’s dusting is on the horizon. Sure, the temperatures are colder, but don’t be a pussy. Layer up. On the other hand, fall has a sweet scent to it; a comfortable essence that draws me outside. I love to walk in the autumn wind, present with the moment. One has to be aware of the “now” up here in Canada. If you’re not, hypothermia sets in within minutes. Fall is a sensual season of leaves skittering along curbs and sidewalks, the bass-line whistle of the wind swirling through bare tree branches. Others have already given up on the year. They begin their annual hibernation; an evening ritual that includes donning a housecoat at the back door after work, scarfing down a bowl of mac & cheese, then going numb in front of the television for a five hour shift. Repeat until the weekend when the five-hour shift becomes an 18 hour marathon of sports, reality TV and government endorsed programming. Not me. ...