On the Way Home from William Penn House for Tuesday Night Yoga Practice

The red maple takes all my front garden and stretches over my neighbor’s; the glorious yellow is down the street. Such wild abundance before the bare months.

I wonder whether this mural, which has been here since before I moved to DC in the mid-80s, will survive the massive construction projects going on around it. If not, will I wish I had photographed it more? I’ve appreciated it well.

I gave the state of the world some of my efforts and attention, but mostly I enjoyed a free day. I took a pleasant flow/yin class at Be Here Now on 8th Street, walked down to the river and then extended my walk in a long loop through the neighborhood to admire the fall foliage. Nests have become visible as the trees lose their leaves.
