Katherine Nicolai

It didn't look too strong, not even a wind, just a zephyr that stirred the new buds as they grew. My mug was nearly empty, but it still felt warm and comforting in my hands, and I savored the last sips. My gaze fell onto my plate, empty but for a few crumbs and a smear of raspberry jam from the English muffin I'd just enjoyed. I traced my finger along the plate's edge.

It didn't look too strong, not even a wind, just a zephyr that stirred the new buds as they grew. My mug was nearly empty, but it still felt warm and comforting in my hands, and I savored the last sips. My gaze fell onto my plate, empty but for a few crumbs and a smear of raspberry jam from the English muffin I'd just enjoyed. I traced my finger along the plate's edge.

It didn't look too strong, not even a wind, just a zephyr that stirred the new buds as they grew. My mug was nearly empty, but it still felt warm and comforting in my hands, and I savored the last sips. My gaze fell onto my plate, empty but for a few crumbs and a smear of raspberry jam from the English muffin I'd just enjoyed. I traced my finger along the plate's edge.

It was plain white porcelain. but rimmed in a deep blue.

It was plain white porcelain. but rimmed in a deep blue.

It was plain white porcelain. but rimmed in a deep blue.

And it reminded me of the thin-stemmed grape hyacinths that were popping up in the flowerbed beside my front door.

And it reminded me of the thin-stemmed grape hyacinths that were popping up in the flowerbed beside my front door.

And it reminded me of the thin-stemmed grape hyacinths that were popping up in the flowerbed beside my front door.

I smiled into the dregs of my tea as an idea occurred to me. a way to spend the rest of the morning, sparked by the blue of the plate and the matching flowers. I hadn't gone on one in an age, but spring was the perfect time

I smiled into the dregs of my tea as an idea occurred to me. a way to spend the rest of the morning, sparked by the blue of the plate and the matching flowers. I hadn't gone on one in an age, but spring was the perfect time

I smiled into the dregs of my tea as an idea occurred to me. a way to spend the rest of the morning, sparked by the blue of the plate and the matching flowers. I hadn't gone on one in an age, but spring was the perfect time

to revisit a favorite pastime.

to revisit a favorite pastime.

to revisit a favorite pastime.

Yes, today was made for a color walk. The idea was simple. Choose a color and then go for a walk. noticing all the places that color showed up. Each instance would become like a mooring post for a wandering mind.

Yes, today was made for a color walk. The idea was simple. Choose a color and then go for a walk. noticing all the places that color showed up. Each instance would become like a mooring post for a wandering mind.

Yes, today was made for a color walk. The idea was simple. Choose a color and then go for a walk. noticing all the places that color showed up. Each instance would become like a mooring post for a wandering mind.

A color walk could be a solemn, moving meditation, or a jolly game of I spy. Moment to moment, it could be both.

A color walk could be a solemn, moving meditation, or a jolly game of I spy. Moment to moment, it could be both.