340 meters per second

Trust only movement. Life happens at the level of events, not of words. Trust movement.

&mdash Alfred Adler (1870-1937)

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Nobody's home.

After days and days of puddling my way through a perpetually damp and chilly city, I finally got to enjoy a nice fall day: crisp, breezy and bright. There's something wonderfully clear about autumn air, an unforgettable lucidity that you can only enjoy for a few weeks before the humidity of December roils in and mucks it all up again.

Today's a perfect day to go for a walk and not think about stuff.


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