Nature's messy room

Though I often do not feel like bundling up and stepping out into the chilly, wet air to go walking, I find that once I'm out there, I enjoy the feeling of space and movement and breaking away from my desk. For this, I have Lola Malu to thank. Lola loves her walks, and she is responsible for getting me outside.

The roadside, these days, is littered with leaves in assorted shapes and sizes, and colors that remind me of articles of clothing covering a messy bedroom floor, shirts and socks hurriedly peeled off and cast aside. One hardy fellow was able to peek out from under the bodies all about him, almost as if to say, "Hey, look, I'm still here!".


Let's go inside.