Babbbling Brook and Feet (A rebabble)

Whoever coined the alliteration "babbling brook" ruined it for all writers that have followed.   There is no better way to describe a small fast moving stream of water.   I've tried and nothing compares.   It was genius.

I walk into a bottom each day.   At the very bottom, a stream follows a slough that cuts between two crop fields, travels under the road and continues to the east.   Before I ever see the stream I hear it.   Yes, I hear it babbling.   The sound brings me comfort and makes me smile because I can't describe it.

A reader suggests, "Don't think too much.  Walking should be liberating.  If I tried to remember and write down my wild thoughts it would become work."   My staff probably believes I spend my entire day not thinking much.    Thanks for the tip, however it's the writing that I find liberating.



Take care of your feet.   Socks with even the tiniest hole should be moved to the shoe shine drawer.   Find every opportunity to go barefoot to let them breathe and don't be afraid to rub a little lotion on them from time to time.   Even guys can do this without being thrown out of the club.   Even Larry the communicator thinks this is a good idea.