I like taking walks in my neighborhood. There’s a couple of different routes I take, and I like to do it slow. Lately I’ve been carrying along a guitar, playing it as I go. People seem shocked that someone would actually walk and play guitar at the same time. It seems like an obvious thing to do, if you ask me.
The best part about walking a familiar path is when something that jumps out at you, something you may have passed before. Or maybe there’s some change since you were last this way. Something small, maybe a cat in a yard, a tree branch fallen, some little change in light on a tree. Today I saw these passion flowers covering one side of a yard.
‘Passion Flower’ — wish I’d have thought of that name…It’s a good one.
