There’s very little light just now, and precious little sun.

Still, with a brief respite from the wind, and ice, and snow, and a break in the rain this morning, I went out.

I went out, and walked by the river, through the wood.

It’s what I am learning I must do, at least once a week.

Just: walk through the mud, with the trees, by the water, however dark, however dull, however crazy you might seem without a dog and only a camera for company,

Just: walk in a wood on a Sunday morning.

My practice, and my prayer.