Walking in the middle of the street is my new normal. It’s the best way to avoid any awkward pas de deux with walkers heading toward me. I’m now familiar with the sensation of spying someone up ahead, guesstimating when I should detour to the street as the distance closes, then feeling mildly guilty when they move first.
Covidetours. Another reason to second guess.
This view caught me as the sun broke out through the clouds, the crest of the hill was nearly in reach. Who knows what lies beyond the crest?
Pretty much a parable for this week. Who knows?