Note: See last three posts.

This morning, I decided to walk the IU route again. Easier, and visually beautiful. Though some sidewalks are still not cleared, so that the bumpty coagulation that results from IU students trampling through the snow over and over again once again challenged my balance and interrupted my usual strong Sagittarian stride.

The temp? 5° F. But not bad at all, since there was no wind. I didn’t even have to pull up my neck gaiter over my cheeks, not even once!

What I especially noticed this time:

How, unlike the usual, most student walkers today were NOT on their cell phones! (Though some were.)

How they were (wisely!) looking down, most of them, their facial expressions deeply introspective.

However, how once in a while one of them would actually see me, and since I was always invigorated and cheerful, they would light up, and smile back.

Notice how this lifts the heart? This cheerful greeting? Every time. Over and over again. I sure do. And if it lifts my heart, then it lifts theirs, too.

More and more, I think my main purpose in life at this time, is to lift hearts.

 

When I got home I decided to take a few pics.

Me, bundled and invigorated! Neck gaiter, neck scarf, two hats, four layers under jacket. Toasty.

My legs: final covering: wool leg warmers I bought in Siberia, yes, in SIBERIA, a few years ago.

Oh, and here’s Scampi, wondering what all the fuss is about. As on the last three frozen mornings, he lasted just a few feet out into the street before wanting to go back inside.

On my walk, I saw a dog with leather boots on. Aha! Maybe I should get Scampi some?

BTW: By 8 AM, when my walk began, the sky was already criss-crossed with dripping chem trails, more and more of them corrupting the sky from all directions during my entire time out. The sun, having just risen, was already shining through a haze. 

We are being poisoned, folks. I can’t even imagine what people who are in icy conditions, and people who are in the path of the next weather event psy-op off the east coast, are going through.

Addendum: Saw this on Next Door today. TRUE!

And yet how many old or otherwise debilitated people are stuck inside, unable to clear anything?

I hope this program is really operating: