Every light on the way home was green.
I spent the drive wondering what I had forgotten.
Daily Smile
All smilesThe Concord Pavilion lawn was filling up.
The bass arrived before we found the blanket.
Bailey Road had a gap.
I treated it like a personal invitation.
Cowell Road pointed toward the ridge.
The ridge pointed back, uphill.
Concord Community Park had a birthday and a softball game.
I was the person crossing both.
Highway 242 was moving.
I did not change lanes. I did not want to insult it.
Kirker Pass looked clear from the bottom.
The pass keeps its own schedule.
I stopped at The Veranda for one thing.
The parking lot had a sequel.
Markham Nature Park started flat.
The ridge introduced itself halfway.
Hillcrest Park was full of soccer voices.
I walked the edge like a respectful guest.