Well, I wavered a bit on whether to walk, since it was so windy this morning, but there was no precip, so I ventured out. It was one of those “hold onto your hat” days for sure. I lost a beret at the Park last year when a swift wind whooshed down and plucked it from my head. That wicked wind sent it hovering, in drone-like fashion, across the Creek where it eventually snagged onto an old dead branch out of my reach. Today, I had my red knitted headband on, but it kept creeping up and away from my ears so it didn’t do much good, save for making me look Christmassy since it was bright red and my coat was green, and each time I flipped up my jacket hood, it promptly fell back down. I didn’t head to Council Point Park as it is such an open area for the most part, so I figured it would not make for a very pleasurable walk. Leaves were lifting off trees and swirling around everywhere and I sure hope those in my neighborhood head up to Fort Street, saving me the chore of raking them again this weekend. During Wednesday’s walk, the weather was so beautiful that I asked myself: “So why end your goal at 500 miles? Why can’t you make a new goal? Supersede last year’s?” Perhaps I’ll ponder on that grandiose goal setting just a wee bit longer – after all, 501 miles would be besting last year’s goal, so why quibble over specifics? As to the solution …. “the answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind”.