I am establishing my own blessed routine, namely that of taking two walks a day. One in the midmorning and one around sunset. These are both inconvenient times as far as socializing goes, which is perhaps why I’ve always been drawn to them. I enjoy the midmorning foray. I wake up, read, study, fuss over a few things, and then break out into the weather. It is good. Very good. But my true love is the evening walk, that last hour of daylight that has its way with sunlight, shadow, and soul.
