windthread

I   am groping.  Everywhere  i can.  Groping isn't really the word…it's too clumsey,  because what i am doing is not clumsey at all,  but  so CARE  full.   I am though,  going everywhere,  looking for threads   to tie in to what i have here.   Threads  that give substance.   

we walked Carefree Lane  and ate wild raspberries,  ate some,  a little,   of what we think is a wild plum.   Jenny  and I   went INTO the canal/creek.  Up to our waists, the water flowing and 3  trout.  A woman came.  Up on a bicycle,  Bags attached.  She was just there,  behind me.  And she said…did i startle you?,  i said no…i thought you were them,  with the stroller.  No,,she said,,,,not strolling,  but i am a wanderer and she bent at the culvert thing and filled her hat with water 3 times,  dumping it on her head.  She is my age,i think.  Free.  Her bike.  Stuff in bags.