Katherine Nicolai

We were off to a good start already. I squatted down to pick it up and turned it over in my palms. The ruddy copper color was tarnished and dark and was my first color spotting. As I stood, I saw that it was minted in the year I was born. I tucked it into my pocket beside the crayon. and began to walk.

We were off to a good start already. I squatted down to pick it up and turned it over in my palms. The ruddy copper color was tarnished and dark and was my first color spotting. As I stood, I saw that it was minted in the year I was born. I tucked it into my pocket beside the crayon. and began to walk.

We were off to a good start already. I squatted down to pick it up and turned it over in my palms. The ruddy copper color was tarnished and dark and was my first color spotting. As I stood, I saw that it was minted in the year I was born. I tucked it into my pocket beside the crayon. and began to walk.

Now, with lots of practices like this, designed to help us be a bit more present, there's a chance to take it so far that you drive yourself crazy, that you try too hard and somehow feel you've failed. even though you actually can't. I reminded myself that my job wasn't to find absolutely everything that was dark brown or deep clay red.

Now, with lots of practices like this, designed to help us be a bit more present, there's a chance to take it so far that you drive yourself crazy, that you try too hard and somehow feel you've failed. even though you actually can't. I reminded myself that my job wasn't to find absolutely everything that was dark brown or deep clay red.

Now, with lots of practices like this, designed to help us be a bit more present, there's a chance to take it so far that you drive yourself crazy, that you try too hard and somehow feel you've failed. even though you actually can't. I reminded myself that my job wasn't to find absolutely everything that was dark brown or deep clay red.

I didn't really have a job at all. I was just walking. and letting things be gently highlighted by my attention. I noticed last year's leaves caught around the post of a fence.

I didn't really have a job at all. I was just walking. and letting things be gently highlighted by my attention. I noticed last year's leaves caught around the post of a fence.

I didn't really have a job at all. I was just walking. and letting things be gently highlighted by my attention. I noticed last year's leaves caught around the post of a fence.

The old maples faded to paler versions of themselves.

The old maples faded to paler versions of themselves.

The old maples faded to paler versions of themselves.

A child on a bike whizzed past me, when I saw their sweater, was the same mahogany as my crayon. A neighbor was spreading mulch in their garden beds, and each handful was a rich, reddish brown. In a backyard, an old potting shed, was shingled in sun-baked, stained wood slats. And on porch steps, terracotta pots held blooming daffodils and Johnny jump-ups. The rust on an old mailbox caught my eye.

A child on a bike whizzed past me, when I saw their sweater, was the same mahogany as my crayon. A neighbor was spreading mulch in their garden beds, and each handful was a rich, reddish brown. In a backyard, an old potting shed, was shingled in sun-baked, stained wood slats. And on porch steps, terracotta pots held blooming daffodils and Johnny jump-ups. The rust on an old mailbox caught my eye.

A child on a bike whizzed past me, when I saw their sweater, was the same mahogany as my crayon. A neighbor was spreading mulch in their garden beds, and each handful was a rich, reddish brown. In a backyard, an old potting shed, was shingled in sun-baked, stained wood slats. And on porch steps, terracotta pots held blooming daffodils and Johnny jump-ups. The rust on an old mailbox caught my eye.

and the ruddy chest of a robin flying past. As I turned down Main Street and made my way into downtown, I spotted two people chatting outside the bakery, each with a dog on a leash. One was a puppy, much less than a year old. Her fur, deep russet red.

and the ruddy chest of a robin flying past. As I turned down Main Street and made my way into downtown, I spotted two people chatting outside the bakery, each with a dog on a leash. One was a puppy, much less than a year old. Her fur, deep russet red.

and the ruddy chest of a robin flying past. As I turned down Main Street and made my way into downtown, I spotted two people chatting outside the bakery, each with a dog on a leash. One was a puppy, much less than a year old. Her fur, deep russet red.

And the other dog was full grown, but half her size. His fur, many shades of brown, and sticking out all over, like he'd been hit with a dose of static electricity.

And the other dog was full grown, but half her size. His fur, many shades of brown, and sticking out all over, like he'd been hit with a dose of static electricity.