Today I went for a walk of two hours. Down the uneven asphalt road, past the usual houses, thinking thoughts of the normal sort. The tiny tintinnabulations of wind chimes rang from the entrance of one of the houses, a kind of house with multiple wind chimes enough for each soul in the home. A Berenstein Bears sort of situation. I might have seen some familiar faces had someone came out of that house to silence the ring and say "hi," or if it wasn't so cloudy as to remove the need for a pleasant garden-hosing. Although, I did see an old man who was nice enough to say hello.