This third day indoors, by early afternoon, I was feeling kind of blue:
Thankfully, my outdoor nature began nudging me:
And so I got up from the sofa, donned leggings and layers; added a water-resistant wind-breaker, and topped myself with my warmest funny-looking hat. I drove to a favored greenbelt. The weekend crowds were missing. Too miserable to be out, they’d say.Today it was mostly just me and Mother Nature raining down on my funny-looking hat. My walk stretched into an hour and a half. I crossed path with a few dogs that were out walking their humans. The dogs were dancing and prancing and wagging their tails at me. Their humans looked miserably cold, one actually throwing a sound-bite toward me: “Wish I had your hat and layers!” My best friendly response: “That’s a beautiful dog!” And on I walked.
I walked and walked and the drizzle dripped from my jacket and hat. I’m a duck, I thought, and it has “Chanced to Rain” (a favorite book). My thoughts focused on the path before me. I couldn’t remember why I was feeling kind of blue.Before I knew it, I was walking with a joyful step and a tune to keep me company. You know the one; Kmart seems to have created a new twist for it. But that’s OK, I found myself walking and singing to celebrate Mother Nature and Her ability to chase away my blues: