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I've only gotten to the gym once this week--and for an abbreviated workout, because I had a sore shoulder--but I've been walking around up here. Up here being hilly, that's more exercise than it might sound like, especially on the bits where the pavement is crumbling and dry oak leaves conceal the gaps.
Walking in the hills on a cloudy day may not do much for my mood--there was almost nothing to see--but at least it's a good workout. And sometimes one moment justifies the hour: having seen almost no birds, and almost nothing green (unlike the lawns down at the bottom of the hill), suddenly there was bright yellow to my left. A sunflower. About a foot tall, but a genuine sunflower, open to the sun, bright even from behind, as I'd seen it.
If I seem to be writing a lot about the weather and such, it's because there's nothing else going on here. No job, no interviews, likely nothing until January. Maybe I'll run away from home for a week, stay with a friend someplace where it doesn't feel weird not to be going to work in the morning.
Walking in the hills on a cloudy day may not do much for my mood--there was almost nothing to see--but at least it's a good workout. And sometimes one moment justifies the hour: having seen almost no birds, and almost nothing green (unlike the lawns down at the bottom of the hill), suddenly there was bright yellow to my left. A sunflower. About a foot tall, but a genuine sunflower, open to the sun, bright even from behind, as I'd seen it.
If I seem to be writing a lot about the weather and such, it's because there's nothing else going on here. No job, no interviews, likely nothing until January. Maybe I'll run away from home for a week, stay with a friend someplace where it doesn't feel weird not to be going to work in the morning.