a neighborhood walk

“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. ” 

-Anais Nin

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Two things:

1. I've been aware lately that I'm not taking enough pictures, or at least not the right ones. I always cite my hands being full, but there is also the bravery issue.

2. I took a walk after work today. Because, simply put, sometimes the only cure for a rotten mood is brisk air and a long walk. I forget that even January evenings can be lovely in their own sharp way.