walking away the thinker

the thinker takes me away
from here

I walk out the front door for my morning walk
the gloves go on
my fingers are cold

fresh air
breathing in and out

the light filtering through the trees
the colors getting richer with the rising sun

I walk along

and I'm back
here

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with my photograohy, I feel like I've reached Middle School
with my writing, I'm still in Kindergarten