The people have spoken

I could have gone back to the Widow’s woods, or down to the river again, but there was that little voice: “Be among people.” So I went to the park in town. It had water, and I wanted to get a little more footage for “Otherwise Seamless,” and there would surely be people present on such a beautiful day. The whisper would not go ignored.

I give the squeak too much credit. Not that the trip to town had no motive. I drove down streets I had not been on before today, looking for new inspiration, a little louder voice, with “Seamless” so close to being in the can and the woods done to satisfaction. A rasp: “Houses and yards.” You’d have to see, but then again, you someday might.

In the meantime, a babbling brook was calling.

But that’s not what I have to offer today. No more “OS” until it’s finished.