Imagine, instead, a day of quiet wandering. Imagine tuning in to what’s around you, instead of getting distracted by events and sounds and messages that have nothing to do with where you are. Imagine taking some time to notice the wind in the leaves, the sunshine on the grass, the smallest seedpod drifting through the air, the oddly shaped stone resting at the edge of the creek. Indye’s hobby wasn’t just gluing junk together. Her hobby was the search itself. Every day’s walk held new promise.
