Refreshed.

He always asks me if I want water. I always say no. Just too much to hold in my hands while traversing the trail.

I can’t find the trail. I can’t see the water towers. I must have missed a turn somewhere. I decide just to go back the way I came.

Turkey tail feather.

Finally, a cool fall morning for flag football. It’s almost time to start lighting the fireplace.

Rosé and Ceasar salad, and polenta bites, and half a chocolate chip macadamia cookie while the skies open up for a light shower.

The Birds. She is wearing a fur over a shift dress and paddling in the water; the fashion in these old movies.

Tomato soup and grilled cheese kind of night.

Breathing room.

“Turkey feathers have played a significant role in Native American culture for centuries. They are considered to be powerful symbols of good luck, protection, and strength.”