Fifty-five degrees F. Overcast. Slight, intermittent breeze. Moving along pretty smartly. Abs in, shoulders relaxed, head lifted by an imaginary string at the crown. The next item to concentrate on is to use a narrow stance. Keep feet as close together as safe without falling over sideways. Keep the stride long, don't shuffle. Great walking weather. Sleeveless pullover covered by a short-sleeved big T. that says I Get Along With a Little Help From My Friends. A bit cold to start, but moving makes it just this side of too cold. Keep the torso warm. Arms and face refreshingly cold. Legs in yoga pants feel cold, but warm up quickly. Perfect.
Trees are all leafless now, showing bunches of squirrel nests. Not many people out. A couple in wheelchairs. Car drivers roll down windows and wave and smile at me, though. I count each of these encounters as big points on the plus side of life. I think of Obby's question at Thanksgiving.
Balconies mostly bare of summer chairs. Several bicycles, an umbrella or two, an occasional dead plant. Two Harleys covered in tarps at curbs. (Google desperately wants Harleys spelled as a possessive.)
There is a stark beauty in winter that I recall from some of the places we lived in Chicago when I was a kid. I always liked the lonely, away from the world feeling. I remember feeling that while going out a window onto a wet roof at one apartment, all the while thinking, I can't believe no one is stopping me from doing this. I thought that about a lot of things I did as a kid.
Come to think of it, I enjoyed that alone, striving feeling when I lived at 200 N. Dearborn. Walking the city or sleeping on the balcony.
General speaking, I think I like the stark surrounding better than lush ones.
Come to think of it, we read Malory's Arthurian tales, too, in that class.
So, another day in a life. I think I could be happy walking endlessly, forever. 😎
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