This morning the late Autumn leaves lay brown around the bare trees. I heard a lot of birdsong, which reminded me that it has been a long time since I've spent a cool late Fall day in the early morning, walking among trees from which birds call. I came upon three elderly birders--not a frequent Garland sighting--and their pleasure seemed palpable as they walked out of the woodland and towards their car.
The sun hovered a few degrees above the horizon, shining through a dark blue cloud. Fog rolled across a field, enveloping a live oak tree in full leaf. I wandered out of the wood.
In my office, I allotted myself three hours, which I then spent well. I walked through my office in stockinged feet, as I had to take my shoes off due to a touch of light mud. A few moments ago, I banged the shoes together and against the concrete in the parking lot, watching mud fly off. Then I e-mailed myself a document on which to work at home tomorrow. Now I am about to get up, to go outside, and to do fun things.