Walk

This is leaf-kicking weather and as I walked through the forest near the chalet, there were plenty to kick. Made me want to jump in a pile of them as I did when I was little, but raking them was too low on my priority list to make this memory come alive.

The sunshine, the view of the mountains and the valley, the huge moss covered rocks, the pine trees, a woodpecker drilling his little heart out and the only slight bite of air on my cheeks were all pluses on this get away week.

I passed an older man. He was bald and used two hiking sticks. He smiled and said what a beautiful day it was. I told him that being inside was against the law. He laughed and agreed.

We went in our opposite directions.