There is just something about walking a trail that I can’t put my finger on. It gives you time to be in your thoughts; but rather than dwell on them, something about the steady movement in a single direction helps to… jumpstart things. For someone with an intensely analytical mind like mine (i.e., I tend to dwell on things far more than I should), this is a great boon.
Yesterday was the most beautiful day yet this year. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky (though I would have welcomed some cumulus nimbus clouds, certainly). The day was warm, but not humid, and there was a relaxing breeze. I walked about six miles total (or so my GPS claims).
I can’t say that I was really digging Chain ‘O Lakes. It’s very pretty, but it had this… dead energy. Almost like a void, a sadness. It could be because none of the plant life has regrown yet; it was a brutal winter. But soemthing about the air smelt of longing, lonliness.
