Yellow Lines

The trees are starting to turn, just the first hints of yellow and gold. And Folkstone Drive is following suit. After weeks and months of being a work in progress, the road has two long yellow stripes down the middle of it.

It picks up the mood of the season. Bright yellow school buses, crisp orange leaves, and, if you're lucky, a stand of Black-eyed-Susans, though more far gone than these.

Yesterday's walk took me up and back beside the new yellow lines.

It was a still, warm afternoon that held me as I sauntered. It was good to be walking.