I went outside to collect leaves and rocks.
(secretly hoping to find a root baby like in pan's labyrinth)
I forgot about going home and kept walking for the next 3 hours.

I felt silly holding a bunch of leaves so
I wished for a rubber band.

Then 3 minutes later, there was a rubber band on the floor!
I wished for a plastic bag.
Then 5 minutes later, I came upon a box of papers by a trashcan

with a perfect transparent plastic envelope sandwiched between the papers!

I ended up at Mason Park and it didn't smell today.

Crawling through the dried up stream and spiderweb infested woods
reminded me of a fairy tale.

Along the lake banks were assorted bird feathers,

so I spent the next hour collecting them
until I noticed a strange blister had formed on my finger.
Looking at the blister and then my new feather collection,
I was automatically convinced I had contracted a bird disease.

I had to call someone who specialized in infectious diseases.

Remembering that's what my dad studies all day,
I used my celluar device and described my symptoms.

"As long as you didn't touch any dead birds, you probably don't have the bird flu" he said

"then it's probably just poison ivy right? ok- bye!" I said.

the bag that was found with all the pretty contents

shadow box fun