walking stick

last Friday the bus driver wouldn't drop me off in front of Borders, so i had to walk back to it from the mall.

when scaling down the hill at the edge of the parking lot, i passed a tree who had apparently been assaulted by a snow plow, since a broken-off branch lay on the ground nearby.

i continued on to Borders; but on the way back i picked up the branch and took him home, vowing to adopt him into my family of walking sticks.

now he leans against the wall by the door, awaiting my attention.