On the way home from the shopping trip, as I learned that's what my maker did, we stopped and I got to go outside and sit for a moment. Here I am in a corn field. Just after my maker snapped this photo I plunged to the earth, no worse for the wear. A little dirt, a few wisps of what lays on the ground. It was a glorious day outside, especially for one who has never been. There was a cool wind and the sound coming from the rustling corn was that of music to my ears. Much better than the singing furnace. This was peaceful, lulling. I wish I could have stayed.
Here I am sitting by a sign. You can get an idea of how small, or large, I am. The sun was shining on my face. Oh, I was happy. I wanted to get up and run, dart through the weeds like a dog. But, alas, my legs work about as efficiently as my hands. At least I don't need shoes.
Until next time. Please come back and visit.