But, however much reading there is to be done, I refuse not to take a daily walk this time of year. The mountains are experiencing an Indian Summer of surprising endurance. Day after day the skies have been clear, the air warm, the breezes soft. Birds sing all day, and splash in the birdbaths. The cats laze under the bushes, and pay the birds no mind. The acorns continue to rattle down through the leaves, and pile up along the roads in the carpet of golden brown pine needles which is beginning to accumulate there. The New York Times can spare me an hour a day to enjoy that, I think.
Bout of the Day: Read vs Write
But, however much reading there is to be done, I refuse not to take a daily walk this time of year. The mountains are experiencing an Indian Summer of surprising endurance. Day after day the skies have been clear, the air warm, the breezes soft. Birds sing all day, and splash in the birdbaths. The cats laze under the bushes, and pay the birds no mind. The acorns continue to rattle down through the leaves, and pile up along the roads in the carpet of golden brown pine needles which is beginning to accumulate there. The New York Times can spare me an hour a day to enjoy that, I think.
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