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.