Plans for a walk a little curtailed this week as I volunteered for an extra shift at work. The misty weather didn't help either. So, in the end, my walk this week was to church on a misty evening. The foghorn boomed. The trees were still gloriously autumnal and very atmsopheric in the glow of the streetlamps and with the mist every present. It was moody, thoughtful weather. Walking down the road, my mind raced and roved over all kinds of ideas till eventually it was calm. I promised myself to walk home the long way and enjoy more of the bittersweet melancholy.
Inside the church was calm, reverent silence, candles and subdued light. After the service, a friend offered me a lift home. We drove through the mist to home and she accepted my invitation for coffee. As we chatted, she remarked that exercise is apparently as effective as mental activity such as crossword puzzles in staving off memory loss and dementia. So my walking is important, but I also feel that friendship and human company is too
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