As in: what these Saturdays are for.

Today I have gone on great strides around town. I have gone in search of poetry. I have gone into markets for a lovely surprise food and come out with a handmade goat cheese in ash. I have gone through college and close, seen graduate after graduate walking the streets in their finery. I have sunk into Shakespeare up to my chin, paddled there lightly to keep myself afloat.

I have been in the breeze; I have heard the mourning doves; I am watching the leaves go gilded to the ground.