This was my Labor Day walk. It's the only photo I took. Which does not mean I did not encounter many interesting things along the way.
At the very outset of the walk I cursed myself for forgetting my hat in the car, but then I smelled wild honeysuckle though I can't be sure it wasn't autumn clematis because I was too far away to identify the flower. Anyway, I was diverted by the pleasantness and walked on.
Next up, I spied an orange cat racing and jumping, fleeing from a dark gray cat that was in hot pursuit. The marmalade cat (who is the principal character in this scene) made it safely up to her deck after a mighty leap onto the railing. No fight ensued leading me to believe that there was a cat door she glided through. Into the waiting arms of her mama no doubt, who likely told her that was the very last time she was going to let her out. She would stick to this rule for approximately 3 days.
Immediately after this incident an older woman passed me riding her bicycle. She had a beauty shop hair-do. The kind that gets done once a week at a regular standing appointment time. She was wearing an animal print long sleeved rayon blouse that was blowing in the breeze. On her feet were black SAS shoes and her pants were slightly rolled up to reveal sheer black knee highs instead of athletic socks. She was proceeding at a slow steady pace as if she could ride for many miles and intended to do just that.
As she disappeared into the distance in front of me, I hoped that in 10-20 years I would be the one on the bike and there would be someone on the trail, glimpsing in me what the future may hold for her and being very glad for the possibility of it. As was I, today.
The end. There is no moral to this story.
A=Imagination is such a wonderful gift.
Storytelling is a beautiful by-product?
Posted by: jacki long | 09/08/2020 at 08:24 PM
Beautiful story and what a wonderful goal for further down the road.
Posted by: Amy in Texas | 09/09/2020 at 12:14 PM
I love the stories you tell about what you see on your walks.
My mom wore SAS shoes for decades. She had very skinny feet (perhaps like your cyclist).
Thanks for taking us along and explaining the characters that appeared. :-)
Posted by: Vicki in Michigan | 09/10/2020 at 04:37 PM