Queen Anne's Lace

"People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost." ~H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

But in my case maybe I am lost or was lost? Today as I stopped to pick some Queen Anne Lace for my desk, I felt a shadow. I turned and looked up and my friend Sunhawk was circling not 15 foot above me. I was so grateful for her announcing her presence before she settled back in her tree. I was needing a friend at the moment and she arrived. My walk was hot and humid and spent noting effects of fury of last night's storm. The winds had peeled the front off the Dial building like a sardine can. I had to overstep fallen branches when passing the woods. Someone was photographing a man in T-shirt on the railroad tracks. I wondered which company bulliten he might be in, or what accolade he may have received. But they interfered with my usual milestone pile so I found another variety near my turnaround. Am I seeking fulfillment and happiness walking down this road? Would another road not be better? What about the river path? I assume the river banks are once again filled with litter from inconsiderate beings. Do I expect the worst?
I worked my skills at life drawing this evening. Moving closer and closer to what I'm looking at achieving. It is a different road, a well worn road, but definately a misunderstood path. I was able to forget my worries for a spell and listen to some great music while sketching with a sip of wine. Can it get any better than that?