Took a long walk the other day, with the sun and wind beating down in perfect unison, and the sky so blue. I walked through the Capitol grounds, with the flags waving in contrast to the still heavens, and nodded cordially at the statues. It was contenting.
I forgot, since leaving New York, how much I love walking. I walked that city forwards and backwards.
It’s good for that.
I love coming home tired, wind-beaten and thirsty and making something simple & wonderful, like a plate of scrambled eggs. Sometimes it’s easy.
And when it’s hard? Listen to some Renato Corasone: