Yesterday, after Hubbs' doctor visit,
after a very rare (in both respects) steak lunch out,
after a stop for groceries,
I walked where my father's father had walked.
I stood where the Osage stood.
I soaked up the healing that comes from the land.
I revisited places I've written about,
places I've lived,
and places I've played.
The sky smiled
while the land loved me back...
I, reluctantly, returned indoors to cook dinner.