Yeesh, after a nine-week sabbatical (the muses just weren't talking okay?) there's finally something of note to blog about. Well, not really, I've passed by many opportunities in the last couple months to get a quick post in, including: the first day of Spring, opening day of baseball season, a work trip to St. Louis/Kansas City, and more that I'm sure I'm missing, but that's life.
Just got an evening walk in and had to post about one of my favorite Spring rituals (well, all season really, but that much better in the Spring) -- the late dusk stroll. Those of you who know me well will attest that I have always been a walker. Whether it was ducking out of the dormitories at 1 AM to blow off some steam, or taking an indirect route back from the library or work, I've always been a fan of the evening walk as a way to recollect and (sometimes) make sense of the passing day, while refocusing for the upcoming one. It's also one hell of a way to try and work out a problem rolling around the brain. The Spring is an especially good season to be out though. There's that hint of freshness in the air as things are greening up again, a bit of light in the air as the sun has recently set, and an ideal temperature that calls for only a light jacket. It was a good way to stretch the muscles, clear the head after a rough Monday, and get a grasp on the coming week ahead.
Meaningless topic? Undoubtedly. Let's hope this spells the return of regular musings though. I'm hoping for a summer of documenting life in the Northwoods with some suprises thrown in for good measure.
Oh, and I ran a half-marathon this weekend, but more on that later. I'm still trying to gather my thoughts.
Giga-waabamin minawaa.
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