There are days when in just a few seconds everything changes.  I can think of a few in my life that involve accidents, phone calls advising of deaths and births and even a conversation at what  was supposed to be a lovely lunch.

The whole month of October,  the hills all around me were so stunningly beautiful,  I couldn’t stay inside.  Every errand I started out on ended up sidetracked by some vignette that begged to be recorded.  A wild gang of turkeys was so intriguing that my husband and I stalked them for half a mile for some good pictures.  The deer sauntered in and out of the turkeys totally uninterested in them or in us.  Magical.

Then, there was the day right before Halloween when I gave in to the pleading “can we go to the park”.  It was afternoon.  The sun was low in the sky.  The light was hazy.  The shafts of light coming through the trees looked like spotlights here and there.  We moved in and out of groves of trees taking pictures.  Then all of a sudden a little witch darted in and out of the bushes laughing and screeching “look at me”.  I laughed and laughed.  What a surprise!  The murky shroud of loss that I had allowed to cover me had lifted…and evaporated.  I need to laugh more.  We all need to laugh more. ” We all need a little witch!”