Followed by bitter half cup of instant coffee brewed strong, drunk while sitting in half lotus a foot away from the hot tub, staring into the rocks. A little inspiration from Thich Nhat Hanh and the Dali Lama, on breathing, smiling and walking meditation. I set out. My steps slow, measured. I see the trees approaching, my vision widened to the edges with the extra time I take.
Today is for solitude.
The air is mild, not to say balmy. Overcast all the way to the hills across the lake, snow patches on rockslides and clearcuts. Air clear in the nostrils. Counting steps, in, out. Up the hill of the driveway, I consider what is a block.