Today there are new flowers out and there are some petals on the path. every days you could say like Heraclitus you can step in the same river twice, you can’t walk down the same path twice.
I don’t think I’m being paranoid by thinking the birds make special chirps when I first arrive, but when I sit down next to the lake, they go back to their regular noise style.
One tortoise stuck his head up during my 10 minute meditation.
Survey folk we’re going in when I left. A guy says they’re putting a drain in.
Today I start my year of Thoreau.
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