December 8, 2008
She has a wonderful life. A full life. With children and a husband. A job. And then there is her art. She goes for a walk every evening after her afternoon nap. By then the sub is mercifully sinking and everything suddenly looks beautiful, graceful, and sedate. That is how she likes nature. Sedate. Calm. Like the afternoons when the birds are settling down, heading home. While walking in the park she keeps to the main trails. The smaller ones are often too close to the trees and shrubs and have more mosquitoes there. She heads back when darkness arrives.