Misty, moody days at the park. It doesn’t happen often in Phoenix. In Boston, probably a bit more often. The shaded paths were a little shadier. And beyond the border of the shade, everything felt a bit unsaturated thanks to the mist that morning.
A bit strange talking about winter while it’s over 100F outside. Or maybe this is the perfect time to be reminscing about winter days? Evening walks when there’s a slight chill in the air and the shadows grow long. As I write this, I’m chuckling […]