This was just right – a very early walk
even chilly enough for a snow-leopard cardigan
with humidity hanging cool between the bits of air.
I had dreamed of orange flowers, and I had wondered if they were day-lilies, and there they were, on our walk, un-self-conscious orange in a world of summer greens.
Now everything is back on track. The walks must be early, that is the magic.
I return from Right Walkies to receive Right Messages and Right Ideas in the Right Order. The spreadsheet of my mind is satisfied.
Very well, then.
The walks must be early. That is the magic.