On Air

There was a moment, over the weekend, when my desk was clear, my mind was free, and the sun was shining. I started out with my camera, thinking I'd go around the block. Soon I was down by the bend in the road, the old church, the ancient cemetery, the wide open field and the cove where the bees do their work in summer. I kept going—now along the skinny, jagged road where no pedestrian has any rightful business being, now by the necklace of slushing-in-the-sun ponds, now alongside the flock of geese, which didn't mind me for a moment.

I could have walked all day and wanted to.

No wind whipped.

No questions were asked.

I searched for nothing and goodness was found.