Tromping through the forest in an overlarge men’s coat and new hiking boots while the dogs run at my feet makes me feel exceedingly happy and a little like Elizabeth Bennet (the movie version).
Today at work an elderly French man was wearing a scent that smelled so lovely and clean. My first thought, “Ah, so that’s why she’s with him,” regarding his much younger and very elegant wife.
On Sunday evening, as I drove down the mountain, the combination of heavy rain and thick fog caused the view to vanish. It was a surprise to realize that driving blind made me more nervous than the sight of a vertiginous drop from sky to plain.