I guess my feet know where they want me to go.
Walking on a country road. ~ James Taylor
It’s finally May. It looks like May; it smells like May, and waves of new songbirds make it sound like May. Get outside and let the woods swallow you. If you can’t do that, get outside and walk on a graveled country road and listen to the birdsongs and the crunch of your feet – piccolos and snare drums. If you can’t do that, try looking at this image from yesterday. Let your mind put you on the back curve, walking slowly toward us with a smile on your face. May is a mind thing, after all. (Brooklin, Maine)