Katherine Nicolai

to revisit a favorite pastime.

Yes, today was made for a color walk. The idea was simple. Choose a color and then go for a walk. noticing all the places that color showed up. Each instance would become like a mooring post for a wandering mind.

Yes, today was made for a color walk. The idea was simple. Choose a color and then go for a walk. noticing all the places that color showed up. Each instance would become like a mooring post for a wandering mind.

Yes, today was made for a color walk. The idea was simple. Choose a color and then go for a walk. noticing all the places that color showed up. Each instance would become like a mooring post for a wandering mind.

A color walk could be a solemn, moving meditation, or a jolly game of I spy. Moment to moment, it could be both.

A color walk could be a solemn, moving meditation, or a jolly game of I spy. Moment to moment, it could be both.

A color walk could be a solemn, moving meditation, or a jolly game of I spy. Moment to moment, it could be both.

And in the spring, as the world leapt into color, opportunities to notice, to pay calm attention would abound. I set my plate and cup in the sink and went to a drawer in my desk with an idea.

And in the spring, as the world leapt into color, opportunities to notice, to pay calm attention would abound. I set my plate and cup in the sink and went to a drawer in my desk with an idea.

And in the spring, as the world leapt into color, opportunities to notice, to pay calm attention would abound. I set my plate and cup in the sink and went to a drawer in my desk with an idea.

I wanted a way to pick a color for today without getting caught in an internal debate about which would be best. Sometimes, even when a decision didn't really matter, I could slip into a loop of comparing and rethinking.

I wanted a way to pick a color for today without getting caught in an internal debate about which would be best. Sometimes, even when a decision didn't really matter, I could slip into a loop of comparing and rethinking.

I wanted a way to pick a color for today without getting caught in an internal debate about which would be best. Sometimes, even when a decision didn't really matter, I could slip into a loop of comparing and rethinking.

This walk was meant to be a way to rest that part of myself. So I needed to do something like flip a coin or roll a color die. From my drawer, I took out a familiar yellow and green box.

This walk was meant to be a way to rest that part of myself. So I needed to do something like flip a coin or roll a color die. From my drawer, I took out a familiar yellow and green box.

This walk was meant to be a way to rest that part of myself. So I needed to do something like flip a coin or roll a color die. From my drawer, I took out a familiar yellow and green box.

The big one with the sharpener on the back that I'd treated myself to. on my last trip to the stationery store. I closed my eyes and flipped the top open, letting my fingers trail over the waxy tips of the crayons.

The big one with the sharpener on the back that I'd treated myself to. on my last trip to the stationery store. I closed my eyes and flipped the top open, letting my fingers trail over the waxy tips of the crayons.

The big one with the sharpener on the back that I'd treated myself to. on my last trip to the stationery store. I closed my eyes and flipped the top open, letting my fingers trail over the waxy tips of the crayons.

They'd come organized, of course.