Late December, #143

1.

water flow crossing
shy of the stone walk below
finds a spot to rest

2.

Leaving the building after the photo shoot, I am not sure why I did it. It was spontaneous.
On the table a bowl of mints. 
The wrappers made a scraping sound as I shoved the handful of them into my coat pocket.

I walked back to the office and on arrival I removed my snow boots and hung my coat.
I sat down and proceeded to upload the photographs on the hard drive for a later edit.
I answered  a few emails and instant message requests.
I warmed up lunch.

Putting on my coat, I and headed out for walk downtown.
The snow still falling.
I came upon a person shoveling the walk.
Passing him I said, “Thank You.”
He said “What?”
I said, “Thank you for clearing the walk. Would you like a mint?” (I had just put my hand in my pocket and found them).
He said, “No.”
I pulled the mints out and held them in my hand.
A couple of the mints had red and green stripes.
He said, “I like candy canes.”
I held out my hand and he took one, thanking me.
We continued on our way to the scrapping sound of the shovel.

3.

above the tree tops
in the tree shadows -raindrops
waxing and waining

One thought on “Late December, #143

  • January 11, 2022 at 9:25 am
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    Love these photos and words!

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