Today was one of those magical days in which the world is perfectly composed with long shadows and chillingly beautiful details. Everywhere were situations that made me smile.
Gleefully, I wore shorts for the first time this year. A bit premature for the others I met, although not the temperature, as a little boy gapped at me when we passed one another. Loudly, he told his mother, “That girl has chicken pox all over her,” referring to the plethora of freckles I assume he’s never seen before.
Also on this great day, I found myself at Greenwood Cemetery. Only a small portion of the 478 acres have been mapped. This will be my refuge in the coming months.