I began walking, having my mind set on finding beautiful or unusual things. It wasn’t far from the front door that I noticed leaves beginning to turn red. Low mist sat on the mountain, making it look like a normal, rather flat neighborhood.
Near the firehouse were bits of road art. With a little imagination, I could see white cats on a gray road. Can you see the cats or something different?
The carving of a black bird has guarded a driveway for several months. Today I noticed fancy little growths in the bark, lichen perhaps? They were dark with white edgings.