Smell the dirt, feel the mountain, taste the wind.
Personal:
"Our legs are tight, our feet are flying, and we are gliding over the roll of the land. The sun is up, the air is fresh, the stone is old, and we are free and at peace. The clock has stopped because another time has taken over." C. Bowden
I sat in the lounger at home in the sun today, writing letters to family and looking at the Christmas lights while the kids talked for hours about what they want for Christmas. This must be what retired people feel like.
Night Sleep Time: 0.00
Nap Time: 0.00
Total Sleep Time: 0.00
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Calories: 0.00
Comments
From Walter on Tue, Dec 10, 2013 at 23:51:58 from 97.36.230.207
I just spit up my coke reading this. Nerd alert!
From Steve on Wed, Dec 11, 2013 at 01:00:17 from 66.87.113.230
I've been told I don't include enough feelings in my daily logs, that they only contain dry fact, ie miles, pace etc. Here, I open up my heart and along comes a wingnut clipping my wings.
This one sad critique shall not hold me back.
From Steve on Wed, Dec 11, 2013 at 01:06:00 from 66.87.113.230
There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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