A pleasant, wistful day. A bike around an island a short ferry ride away and a couple of wonderful hikes, strolls, swims, and adventure. Northwest by 60 miles and due Southeast by five. A refreshing kiss of rain after a teasing sprinkle. Remembering the word “petrichor” fondly after forgetting for some time.
How fast is too fast? How slow is too slow? Has your life felt easier since knowing?
7.4.25 – late afternoon
Sunshine creeps the temperature back up to the 70’s after a quick rain shower. The air dried rapidly to half weight since my morning walk. A 7 knot wind runs NW, taking a few precariously balanced things out with it. The furtive inland tide jolted me back to consciousness as it crept into the toes of my socks. The air gained freshness as I retreated to higher ground. Creeping laps of water had wafted an algal must fighting the deet clinging to the hairs of my legs.
The high angle bridge looms over the peace of the stream. Down here my day is heady, but the rain always returns and the tide goads me away.
Unless I feel like a swim.
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