I’m too tired to write.
No, you’re not. Just write something.
It will be wonderful.
I love my long walks. Alone. And in
the woods–no other human around.
No one can see me. I rarely encounter
There, I can think. Feel. Reflect.
Only Nature is my distraction. Or a
chance encounter with a friendly
soul I sometimes see.
Everyone else is sanely inside.
Locked in a/c homes.
Some homeless campers–no a/c
of course. But they’re not walking
around in the 100+ degree heat.
I really reflect “hard” when
something’s on my mind.
I’m too tired to write, like I
said, but I wrote