There are many things I coulda-would-a should-a do today. I chucked it all to watch a multitude of leaves descend from rapidly undressing branches and to feel the stubborn sun kiss my cool cheeks.
I could go inside and do things. Mundane things. To Do List things.
I’d rather pretend I am Henry David Thoreau. Doing nothing but observe didn’t cramp his lifestyle or future legacy. That may be a double negative but even my anal compunction to edit is taking a backseat to the positive purity of this quintessential autumn day!
Ah! That’s not a leaf on legs. I spy a baby squirrel! The eyes still have it.