I take a walk with a friend out in the country. Just around the bend from my house, you find nothing but farmland and ponds.
We pass a little house that used to be where folks cast their ballots in elections.
We come upon a little pond.
That’s all. A walk out in the country, along a winding road, is what life is like here some days. Even at my age, I look for turtles and scan the banks for duck nests. I watch for minnows and muskrats. I can recognize the deep call of a bullfrog.
We walk and talk and promise to return later to see the geese with their goslings.