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I was out walking last week; I had a writing group to go to and with no desire north and then south again, I parked and then set out walking in search of a café. A cold winter makes me forget what joy I get in simply walking, even - or possibly, especially - in a city, among homes and cars and streets.
I have been searching for words, but all I can find are fragments - the sun shining through a failing snowman, one arm lost in the snow beside him; a yard full of discarded coats and hats, in bright primary colors. The day was almost glorious summer in the sun; but still winter in the shade.
I often pick up things on my walks; this time I found a playing card, almost completely submerged in an oily puddle. I picked it up, dried it off, and put it in my back pocket. Being me, when I finally reached a café, I investigated it's corresponding card in the tarot - the four of diamonds becomes the four of coins. It warns of hoarding, without prospect of sharing; inverted warns of being a spendthrift - and I have both tendencies in me, I think. Walking away from the café, I found a nickel - it fit the mood of the evening, I think.
I was out walking last week; I had a writing group to go to and with no desire north and then south again, I parked and then set out walking in search of a café. A cold winter makes me forget what joy I get in simply walking, even - or possibly, especially - in a city, among homes and cars and streets.
I have been searching for words, but all I can find are fragments - the sun shining through a failing snowman, one arm lost in the snow beside him; a yard full of discarded coats and hats, in bright primary colors. The day was almost glorious summer in the sun; but still winter in the shade.
I often pick up things on my walks; this time I found a playing card, almost completely submerged in an oily puddle. I picked it up, dried it off, and put it in my back pocket. Being me, when I finally reached a café, I investigated it's corresponding card in the tarot - the four of diamonds becomes the four of coins. It warns of hoarding, without prospect of sharing; inverted warns of being a spendthrift - and I have both tendencies in me, I think. Walking away from the café, I found a nickel - it fit the mood of the evening, I think.