I live a few blocks from the university where I'm taking a philosophy course this semester. That's my area of study, philosophy, with a healthy dose of English and writing. I like to think--I like to read--I like to think about what I read, and write papers discussing what I thought about what I read. It's not like I'm planning a sojourn into law school or anything like that. Philosophy sets my mind on fire, and when my mind's on fire, I have the most fun.
So that's been today, thus far, is walking to class, taking notes, walking back. Doesn't sound like much, put that way. But it was wonderful. Today's skies are sunny and almost warm, and late January brings the beginnings of re-waking. I felt the breeze in my hair, felt my leg muscles stretch and flex as I headed up and down hills, felt the small of my back pressing into the bookbag with its texts and notebook cheerfully snugged inside. I could smell damp earth, which, after last night's storms, I was surprised they were as dry. Yeah, it stormed last night--heavy rain, hail, winds. Tornado watch at this time of year. But the day after? No limbs down that I could see, no torn roofs, just a brisk breeze and scuttling clouds. And hints of green at dead edges.
1,200 steps from my front door to the classroom. I don't own an iPod, don't have music on my phone, don't have headphones or earbuds or any of that. Sure, I could be using that fifteen-minute walk to listen to podcasts or audiobooks, or I could use it to reflect.
I like reflecting.
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