I'm exhausted. A good night to lie on the bed, plug into some music, and chill out. This weekend just got away from me - some plans didn't happen, some did, and some extra ones popped up.
Spent part of Sunday walking through a park near my house. I love this space, primarily (but not only) because the drive into the park reminds me so much of the stretch of highway 101 just north of the California border that leads into San Francisco. You start in the usual 40's tract homes and their remodeled cousins, and then into a few patches of older houses, and then suddenly into a narrow winding road that climbs gingerly down the hill toward thicker trees.
My friend and I walk down muddy trails, up the sandy ones, and even though we usually like to catch up on gossip, we're quiet today. Just the sounds of the dog nosing through the leaves and vines on the ground, and the sounds of our lungs trying to keep up as we climb the hill. Then, we crest the hill, and pause to look west over the water through the trees. The trees haven't leafed out yet - some kind of maple? or oak? - and the red - brown trunks are just a flimsy screen between us and the sound below. Deep, dark blue water below, and stunning clear blue - gray skies above.
Then, back down the hill, curving back through the damp meadow, picking up the thread of the usual conversations at the car.
Not a bad way to end the weekend, all in all.
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