Ditch
January 3, 2014
Still in the thick of post-Christmas non-routine mode.
Went for a walk with my buddy Carrie & Bodie dog in the ditch on the north side of town. Talked of draughts while crunching through crisp, brown vegetation, bathed in the golden, orangy light of a late afternoon winter day. Carrie described the Putah Creek Council’s native plant restoration project in and along the ditch. We talked about our mutual experiences of the holidays and, not necessarily related, about compassion fatigue–a term I’d never heard but immediately understood. Talked of lightening up.
Winter days, desolate and muted, are not supposed to feel this warm. Still, pleasant as all get out.
Life of Wry 