Three Things

Secret pools. I'm happy to live in a place where people appreciate the value of being out in nature, sure, but I'm happier still to escape those crowded trails—to find a hidden path like we did the other day, one that that leads you around a corner and out of site.

Walking to work. Hey it's just a 3.5-mile wander from Northeast to Southeast through neighborhoods crammed with roses and butterfly bush, past intriguing "free piles" sprinkled on street corners and people laughing loudly in crowded cafes or sitting quietly on shady front porches. I do it once a week—7 miles round trip. Part of the 2015 Sherowski Improvement Plan ...

Fresh figs. In July, the neighbor's fig tree droops over my driveway—heavy with about a hundred bursting-ripe figs. Until now, it never occurred to me to eat them. It only ever occurred to me to rake their sticky guts off the cement after they turn. Anyway, last weekend I bit into one for the first time. Lightly sweet and perfumey. A summer breeze in yer mouth. I picked a bunch and have a heaping bowl—come over and eat one!