And a Bench for Daydreaming

Thursday morning. A quick stop at Spring Creek Park before work. Nobody here but me. Crunch, crunch, crunch! The crispy-crunch of dry leaves on the path. Squirrels, chasing, digging, running, climbing, preening. Green leaves around the covered bridge. Reflections on the water. A glimpse of sun through a yellow tree. Ah, yes, the golden morning sun. And a bench for daydreaming . . .

The soundtrack: The Monkees, Daydream Believer.