Yours making humorous-curious long shadows in the late afternoon...

{Mindful not to let slip my interloper status, I ventured into town.}

Dear you, 

Contentment can be found in the little things. The walk with no purpose. Just a walk, an amble, a stroll for sake just of a stroll. One foot in front of the other, outcome uncertain. Wandering. Rambling. Sauntering. Impossible to grow weary of perambulating. Be it somewhere new or somewhere familiar. The joy of it, the happiness, this lies in the just-walking-about-ness of it all. This is what I will later remember when at home I am tucked. Not those big occasions, but the little ones. The little happinesses.  

Yours making humorous-curious long shadows in the late afternoon thus ensuring that this moment is one to tuck in close to the heart,
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+ An American kestrel on the page with friends soon to join
+ Raw. Fun. End. Now. (Máximo Tuja)
+ Mythology of Blue
+ Reading to you in Japanese (50 Watts)
+ That which was received late last year (thank-you Hila)