I walked.
I walked a different path today.
I walked past children playing at the playground.
I walked past dog walkers and joggers.
I walked farther than I had planned.
I walked down the lane through the fields of hay not yet harvested.
I walked while contemplating, life.
I stumbled upon a curious thing, a pink post-it note. Blank.
I picked it up. It stuck out in the golden hue of the fields.
I walked past blue cornflowers, white daisies, red poppies and purple thistles.
I saw one more bunch of pink post-it notes. I picked it up.
I looked along the lane, lifting my eyes to gaze further along.
There was one more and then one more pink post-its waiting for my hand.
I wrote my thoughts on each note, in my mind.
I composed poetry so exquisite on each pink note I picked up.
I raised my arms in gratitude.
I stopped to catch my breath.
I looked at my handful of pink post-its. Blank notes.
I put them in the pocket of my jacket.
I walked past the last bunch of pink post-it notes lying in the lane. Lost. In thought.
I walked down the lane farther than I had planned.
I walked on.