caminando

Took advantage of a brief pocket of no rain this morning to go for a walk with my camera.  It felt so good to be outside, moving my body through space, and taking in everything--the smell of the earth and the wet leaves, the bird talk, the gardens of the houses, the houses themselves, their locked doors and fenced yards, their dripping eaves.  Everything was so beautiful.  Every little thing.  It felt good to walk along the streets that I normally drive, to know them in a different, more intimate way.  My hands got so so cold.  I looked out at the bay and the far off islands and the train tracks, and I wanted to go down closer to them, but I never found the path that I know is there that leads down the hill to the waterfront.  So I stayed on the streets and the sidewalks and I took fotos.