Walking Home

I recently moved out of my childhood home. That itself is enough to be the subject of many an entry, but I'm focusing on a certain side-effect of that move; the fact that I now live just down the street from my bus stop. It's about a mile, mostly uphill. I've been walking it for the past year or so (Jesus, it's been nearly a year). It's a nice walk, all things considered. I get off the bus, turn a corner, make my way up a hill. Pretty simple. There's all kinds of flowers along the way. The picture of honeysuckle on my main page is from my walk home--- I'll also add it in here.

The walk gives me a lot of time to think. Well, not exactly a lot, it's only around fifteen minutes, but with everything going on, time is a rare commodity. I can just be, no worrying about deadlines or news or any of the other shit that plagues my thoughts normally. Just me and the concrete beneath my shoes. It's nice.