A Morning Stride to the Gate - “ Know Your Boundaries in Life!”

Having spent considerable hours indoors examining delicate mechanisms, I decided a brief reconnaissance of the neighborhood perimeter was in order. I made my way down the front steps with measured footfalls, pacing steadily until I reached the wrought-iron gate. Resting my palm against the cool black enamel of the post, I watched a delivery truck negotiate the turn onto our avenue. Beside my shoe, an autumn oak leaf had come to rest against the curb, its edges curled like a copper fender. Standing upright in the morning air, observing the neighborhood rhythm unfold beyond our fence line, offered a thoroughly sound balance to my morning🙏🏽🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️😎👈🏽.