In the past few days we have done many museums, which were far more interesting than I'd expected. But tiring. Seems to me that museums must have a secret apparatus under the floor, like a vacuum cleaner, that sucks your energy mercilessly until you find yourself sitting in the museum cafeteria in a dazed heap, eyes glazed over, barely noticing that you've just ingested a double expresso as a pick-me-up.
We also got out on a hike, to some wetlands, which are showing off all the beautiful subtle gold-brown-red colors of late winter. Nearby woods are maple, sweetgum, oak, ash, beech and other species that I can't quite identify in this season. Our walk on the frozen snow is crunchy, like a loudspeaker announcing to wildlife that we are coming. After standing quietly for awhile and tuning in, it's clear that there are many life forms all around.
Today is for one more museum, and some quiet time at home.
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