Even after being sans water in Oregon, I failed to realize how much I like being around water. Colorado’s got mountain lakes and drainage canals. Nothing in between. But I’ve also failed to realize how much I like trees. I know I like green versus arid or brown but I’d forgotten the actual tree. I blame summer camp boredom and the great outdoors.
It’s overcast but sunny. A diffused sunny. Not eighty or much past. Kind of perfect.
Sidewalk could be wider.
When we went into lockdown I assumed I’d never miss being outside. I’m not sure I miss it yet—there are still people out here—but I’m surprised how nice it can be. In very small doses. Half hour to close the exercise then out.
Or in, as it were.