Walkabout

My brother (the one who can't stand to sit inside when there's a perfectly good outdoors waiting to be used) has been here for the past two weeks. We've been going walkabout.

I see so much more when I walk than when I'm in the car - tiny buds of pussy willows threaten to burst out despite the fact winter has barely begun. Moles and geese share the fields, one below ground and one above. Chickadees and juncos chirp out empty threats from the safe shelter of their bushes. White and green and blue and yellow and red Christmas lights illuminate trees and houses and woven creatures that I think are supposed to be deer. Frosty fog hangs in the air as long as it can before it falls to the ground as a gauzy white blanket.

He's gone home now, so I'll have to walk on my own if I'm going to walk. Wanna go with me? We'll see all sorts of things we've been missing.