I went out and about in the fall weather today. It would have been all too mundane to waste away the day doing yardwork and I was aching for something more along the lines of an exquisitely mundane experience so I took a drive instead, went all the way to Tacoma, ended up at Point Defiance Park. Wandered the Dahlia Trail, took in the poetry encrusted concrete waterfront walk, watched the white horses wrestle with the wind and the tide in the Sound, talked to smiling dogs, said "hola!" to highlander indios fresh off the truck. I sucked in heartily of the tanginess of the smokey city air, ate burgers that resembled those of my youth and spent oh too money around town like the misbegotten sailor I used to be.
Yeah, today I took into account the softness of the autumn air, avoided yard work like the plague and because I was either foolish or mad or a combination of both was blessed by the season. What a benediction. It was a good day to be alive and out and about. Hope your day was half as nice as mine.