It felt good to leave the loud city and resume quiet walking. It was a cool, sunny day. Perfect for hiking from P over the mountains and through remote trails that wind through ancient cities.
I’m noticing the typical hamster wheel of things I think of are fading, which is unusual for me. I stew insufferably. It’s my super power.
This isn’t to say I’m feeling enlightened. Enlightenment would be a waste on me, even if I desired it. But I feel less attached to the BS and more drawn to the citadel of my heart where real estate is scarce and no trespassing signs abound.
An added joy are the letters my family and friends wrote me to read along the way. Last night, thanks to a particularly touching one, I started dinner looking like I did after my first heartbreak in 8th grade. Some people are so beautiful when they cry. Not me. I look like my face is starting to melt like the dude in Raiders of the Lost Ark, only redder and with a beard.
Weather’s looking good tomorrow. Already looking forward to the walk.
