The curtains were drawn and the sky was big and bright. I awoke with a gleam in my eye. Ran outside with sunscreen slapped on exposed skin and a need to escape and contemplate. The music stayed low in the background so as not to interfere with pensive thoughts.
Watched geese; saw fishermen in cold rivers. Avoided trams the size of semis. Waited impatiently at fussy traffic lights. Smiled at a dog.
18km.
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:: Let sleeping cats lie :: |