what began as getting coffee and ice has become sunday walk day. stopping under shade trees and jotting down notes. pondering the shape of a magnolia seed pod. speaking to a crone woman tending her small yard connected to a thimble of a home. watching a squirrel obsess over its place on a tree branch nearing three stories overhead. wondering if one day we will romanticize returning to earth the way we now romanticize colonizing space.