Waylaid

It was one of those days, one that seemed to start without me. I meant to write when I came back from my walk, but was waylaid ...  then waylaid some more. And now that it's evening I wonder, why bother?

Because writing here is a creative comfort, a way to soothe jangled nerves.

Because writing here is a way to celebrate walking, which also soothes jangled nerves. (Notice a theme?)

Because I try to write every workday no matter what.

Because there is much to be grateful for, even on a wind-whipped November evening.