October 13 - Finding the Path

There are a few days in the fall when it is almost impossible for me to find my way along the walking path. In summer, the grey walking path is defined by grassy green borders and my white cane can quite easily detect the difference between the hard surface of the asphalt and the softer surface of the dirt or grass. When the autumn leaves fall and cover everything - both path and edges, this contrast disappears.

Usually this phenomenon only lasts for a few days. The wind that has blown the leaves from the branches soon reasserts itself and for the most part, the mounds of leaves are blown away. Still, there is that short period of time when it is difficult to negotiate a safe path through the leafy covering.

Lately, as I walk down by our river walking trails I have been thinking of this and also of how we are all trying to find our way through the days of the pandemic. I know that there are protocols to follow but sometimes the borders of how we are to negotiate our  way become a little fuzzy. Lyle and I are doing our best. I have been trying to think that the way through the days of the virus is much like the leaf strewn days of autumn. It is difficult while we are searching for the path through, but soon the wind of optimism will blow again and the path will be clear once more.

There is a picture with this post. It shows the ground covered with autumn leaves. Under the covering is the path where I usually walk.

 

Sue walking on a leaf covered path