Whenever the atmosphere feels too heavy, I go outside and walk.
It’s such a simple cure for any malady.
Rain or shine, I’m outside, covered in a daze that only the flowers and the bees can understand.
It all started three years ago when there was nothing to do but ponder the human condition and my mortality.
The hot concrete under my shoes and the sweat in my socks became a comfort, like a neighbor you greet every day just for the fuck of it.
Sometimes I find the answers I’m looking for. Other times I have more questions than before.
Either way, nothing beats the smell of Jasmine and salt air in the afternoon.
