Every early morning, rain or shine, I walk the long, circular, dirt driveway here eleven times. That's just over three miles. One portion of the path runs parallel to a grassy area about twelve feet deep. Beyond that is a wooded area of about thirty feet deep, then a wide and active stream of about forty feet across. Monday morning was dank and wet from the night rain. On lap number five, head down, shoulders hunched...
"Hey!" ...
"Hey!" ...
"Hey, you with the hooded-head!"
"Hornbeam here,
pumpin out gold,
while you're in a fuss
over mud on your shoes!"
