Readers love to read short essays, some of which can last long if their theme or subject matter is of everlasting significance. After being couped up inside for three days and getting a frightful stir crazy, I chanced upon the outdoors. I t's only early November, but it feels like the middle of winter, if not for the autumn leaves that covered the mud and puddles.
Few people are about during the day - mothers and their little children mainly.
The parks in England are beautiful, even in winter. I took some deep breaths and wondered how I could face the shorter days ahead. A t four thirty, the sun went down. I must get back before it gets dark, I thought. The walk did me good.