On today’s walk, it was sunny but brrr c-c-c-old. On the one-mile lap around my immediate neighborhood, I engaged in not a single spoken conversation. Yet a fair amount of communication happened.
Indeed.
Sometimes words aren’t needed.
This is what pedestrians are cautioned away from. What lurks there?
Peace out.
I ignored the caution sign and went close to peek under the rock, because I’m a rebel without a clue. All I saw was a hole in the ground.
Nomadic Noesis 