Where is my muse this evening? Still absorbing my day, I would imagine. Some days are designed purely for input. Today was one such day ... the most beautiful of New York autumn blue sky and sunshine, sparkling colors with peek-a-boo lights, stop by the side of the road, warm your face, take it all in kind of day. No clouds, no existential angst. To be is all there is and it is good. And then I realize that I left my camera behind but decide to forgive myself, laughing that I see life in blogs of time. A journey I cannot share in the Rain as I would like to; words are all I have now. I take country roads from Cornwall to Goshen, through Mountainville's valley and mountain views, interrupted by Washingtonville's main thoroughfare where I get a ticket at a sticker checkpoint. A T...
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