Wednesday, April 29
Up early, breakfast and out: the weather has turned cold and I walk at a rate so brisk phyicists might refer to it as jogging. I listen to NPR podcasts as I move at the speed of someone moving quickly.
As I walk towards the ring road I notice a glove on a bush, turn on the brakes, and come screaming to a halt. Who could have put this here? What did they mean by it? Where has the other glove gone?
I photograph it and start thinking about something else.