Various flavors of sky.
We look up, preferring not to look down.
Not for too long.
Watching our step, enjoying every stone and twig on our winding path.
We give a greeting, exchanged, to all we pass.
Two people seem to be laughing, the others smiling – perhaps they already laughed.
Their smiles, their chuckles, give us cause to remember a joke, an off-the-cuff riff.
Music arises and new or old but rearranged tunes come to mind.
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