Jabbering

Recently, I went on a walk in the late afternoon.  I enjoyed a lingering stroll along a dirt road.   

I enjoyed the shadows that were thrown from a thin stand of trees.

But most of all, I enjoyed the endless jabbering of questions from my company. 

Fall

Recently I took a walk through the fields of northern Arkansas and I was disappointed in the fall colors.  The state has had a very dry fall, which depresses the colors.  In dry weather leaves turn from green to brown bypassing yellow, orange, and red.  Yet, I have hope. Today the land is receiving a slow steady rain and the damp air is crisp making a prefect fall day.

On cold wet fall days, we become introverts huddled within protective layers of clothing and walls; the dampness beckons for a reflective outlook.  We ponder the roads, which were taken or ignored.  Yet romantics can embrace reflection too strongly. Romantics could enjoy a cold rain simply for the simplistic pleasure of knowing the rain provides a push for the changing leaves of fall.

Maybe prefect fall days are just prefect fall days. 

20 minutes

Very fall I pluck a changing leaf and sketch it.  The sketch generally takes about one cup of coffee or five 80’s songs or three customers at a coffee shop.