I finally and at last took a good damn walk today. It felt good and I'm so glad I went. It is not raining but it isn't too hot, either. Don't get me wrong- I'm sweating like a guilty chili pepper on a sizzling grill but it's a good sweating. If walking does nothing else, it does reassure me that I'm probably not about to die. I saw dainty pointy doe-tracks in the path and I saw my buddy, the turtle. He didn't even bother to pull his head in when I approached this time. Perhaps he is growing accustomed to me, finally, after all these years. Or perhaps he had a stiff neck or perhaps he was simply too weary to care.
Whatever, I took his picture and bade him good day.
The church next door must be having a summer day camp for kids. Maybe vacation Bible school. I don't know. But they are playing outside and the sound of their voices is a nice music. The sound of happy playing children is a nice thing on a summer day. So is the sound of the fussing crows at the feeder, the chip of the cardinals, the trilling song of the mockingbirds, the buzzy hum of the crickets. The world seems to be a more normal place today, my nerve-endings more soothed than they were and once again, I feel as if perhaps I belong here in this life.