It was nice enough to go out for a walk today! Not walking to get from point A to point B. Not walking because I had to be somewhere. Just walking to feel the sun on my face and gulp the fresh air. Out to absorb my surroundings and let my thoughts spill over. When I do this at home in my apartment it is called brooding. I am locked inside and so are my musings. They turn dark and stagnant. Hard. In the fresh air, my thoughts frolic and tumble. Like a breeze, they flow in and out, and that's ok. Sometimes all that new sun and fresh air gives me the feeling I can reinvent myself. And so I can.
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