There is a tall dead tree. At the very top perches a red winged blackbird. He often sits there. What is he thinking with that quizzical expression? Soon I come to a large toad I’ve seen there before. It is sunbathing on the limestone trail. It has no expression. What is it thinking?
I stop at the bench to enjoy being there.
In the distance giant trucks are pulling giant trailers of all shapes and all colors. Where are they going? What are they hauling? Fast cars pass them. Are they going on vacation or to visit a sick friend?
Much closer there is a two lane road. Cars here are slower. The drivers are commuting west to work or going home in the other direction. Are they happy?
I take my morning walk one mile back. Where did I go? Where am I going?