My feet are recovering from yesterday's walk-project with my dear friend Jin. My toes have an uncanny resemblance to dried plums, but they certainly witnessed an abundance of loveliness. I am calling this walk JF numero uno and will post all photos, map, and ramblings on the works page one day soon. Until then, here is a rather brief summary of our 10 mile meanderings:
Sporadic rain plopped on heads and hands were stood upon under sheltering trees.
A pink hobby shop was perused and talks of miniature airplane competitions spilled from the mouth of a pensive young man.
Sidewalk lettuce was ingested and a collection of roses tenderly sniffed.
Grass rolled and unrolled into hands.
One free box was scoured and rid of a city map, three small new testaments, twelve-year-old girl rainbow sketches, purple pencil, and "I belong to Jesus" pin.
A rubber ducky couple swam under grassy umbrellas.
One swing swung two young lassies and one wobbly moss branch into a slow moving afternoon street.
Under a giant green water tower, a stout man in plaid putted golfballs into airspace.
Windows were peered into.
Bridges spanned across ghostly waters and lawn ornaments waved to passerby.
Pee peed in an earthy cooperative.
A mexican grocery store's ceiling dazzled it's lower inhabitants.
Some tacos and a burrito the size of a new born baby were scarfed into stomach depths.
A Holga was remedied.
One "spiritual temple" was entered and quickly assumed to be a place where pagans and orgies pranced lasciviously under rainbow ceilings.
The covetous window of a typewriter store was fingered.
Sun speckled red behind the knees.
Zig zaggy streets directed barking feet to a park's plush sitting ground.
Phone calls were answered.
Children ran furiously around a single tree.
A merry-go-round spun merrily around.
Poppies and roses beamed juicy light into a car window.
A Vietnamese store owner begged it's customers to leave before the lights went out.
Invisible goats were observed.
The sun waved adios and plopped to orange.