Walking to the courthouse to make copies for a pending case no urgent brisk walk for arguments, for the challenge of court, a purposeful but easier walk, to the Clerkâs Office to check the file, review and prepare for another day, a few weeks from now Time to notice the little things along my path, the signs of fall, of leaves, feathers, milkweed pods, seeds and the crunch of the litter of the season on the sidewalk, the edge of the yards little bits of the debris, the clutter of urban life, the little dramas in the the back alleys, the side lawns the broken stairs, the angels and gnomes in the yards, a Curious George in the dirt, face down, where it was forgotten, little stories, fragments of lives all along my route, walking the dozen blocks to court from the office, on a fall morning