Coffee Log, Day 277


Coffee: French Roast, Trader Joe’s Brand; woke up a bit late, caught the coffee just after the heater went off; that’s my favorite time to drink it – a bit stale, a bit sour, but still warm.

I took a walk yesterday. It’s been so cold or wet or dark or busy that I haven’t taken a walk for a while. I took my usual route out of the neighborhood and towards a strip of greenway that follows a stream and courts the backsides of some houses. It was Sunday, there were some families and some joggers. It was just a bit chilly.

I always feel forgiven walking in the woods. Not for anything specific, but the trees are accepting, like ‘this is a place you can be.’

I took the long way up Maynard. There were cars. It’s a steep hill and you’re getting tossed all around by the wind coming off the cars. Then you’re in another neighborhood that goes up and down and has a lot of money so all the lawns are nice. There were Japanese Maples and some yellow trees. I passed a couple. I said hello. They were pleasant. The guy had a limp.

And after all that I came home and opened all the windows in the house, wanting to be baptized in the world a little more.

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We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.

Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wind’s Twelve Quarters