I’m listening to a song about having a fighting spirit, though its meaning is likely deeper than that, but who am I to say? Of course I could dig deeper but right now I don’t want to. I’m resting and trying to enjoy some music and that’s good enough right now. Maybe later, however, that will change. For now, just rest.

Today was a long day and it was the good kind of long. It felt shorter than it was, and not much was done, and now I’m here and I’m resting, but earlier I was walking. I was walking through areas I’ve walked before, and going into spots in those areas that were unfamiliar to me. It was a good time.

I saw clouds as walls and I saw through them at times, and I saw beauty in ways that I had before and ways that I was yet to do so. I felt the rain fall as I walked, and though it was light, it was nice.

I’m trying to articulate how today was, and it was a good day, but I want to say more than that. I want to say something that could be seen as meaningful, but I don’t think I have the words. I think I am operating on not enough sleep, and that’s not good, but I’m still trying. I want to end the day with a bit of writing, and hopefully there will be more tomorrow, but I’ve no idea right now. What I do know is that I need sleep and I’ll soon have that, but right now I want to end things with words.

The air was cool for the most part, and it was nice. It was a lovely day and I enjoyed it quite a bit. What else is there to say? Of course I could describe where I walked, but maybe I’ll save that for the eventually photos. Maybe I won’t; it is yet to be seen.

I could describe how the air felt, and how the sound of an idea of nature reached out and entered my ears, but that is not something I want to get too much into right now as that requires more power of thought than I can currently muster.

I didn’t get enough sleep and I still went, and I don’t regret that, though I definitely want to go walking away from the city with a bit more sleep next time. I’ve done it too many times without enough sleep and it’s having a detrimental impact, and I don’t know if I’ll get home safely next time, but we’ll see. Tomorrow is another day, and so is the day after that, and so on and so forth. Hopefully I’ll be better rested next time.

The day was pleasant and the scenery was beautiful, and now I can rest and soon I will be resting even more. I’ll take it easy, though I probably won;t, but I do hope that I do.