Mushroom walk.

I couldn't find the meeting spot which made me mad. I seriously considered skipping the class in favor of watching internet television.

When the walk began I broke off from the group. It was a beautiful day. The shade of the trees shielded my hot skin from the sun. I walked into the thickest area of cedar trees I could find. I liked how tall they were. Long and thin stretching upwards. I lay down and looked up. I love feeling small. I was overcome with a sense of peace that I have not felt in a long time. It was quiet. No one was around. Its a rare feeling to feel at ease. No one watching or scrutinizing. So often my walks through the city are clouded with the feeling of being watched by others. Scrutinizing my outfit in my head. Looking at my reflection in store windows. Wishing I was thinner. For a moment that afternoon that voice went quiet. I was able to look around and forget about me for a moment. Immerse myself in something bigger, something real.

The Walk Home.

The sky was amazing.

It had just rained.
I could hear the organs coming from the church.
I walked in front of a car and made the driver mad.
I met Roger.
I stole a notice from the Norfolk United Church mailbox.