Another chunk of the memoir

 The memoir I’ve been writing has three big categories: things about the shop, things about the walk to the shop, and things about sitting at the computer after I’ve walked back from the shop. Here is another big chunk about the walk to the shop, which is about as good as I can make it without someone else looking at it.

I jokingly think of it as a haiku that has gone way over the syllable count (it is about 5000 words) but like a haiku it is about nature I write, “nature where there is no nature but our own.”