Walking in the Cool Dawn

In the Morning, After the Walk

In the Morning, After the Walk

When a traveler asked Wordsworth’s servant to show him her master’s study, she answerd, “Here is his library, but his study is out of doors.”

Henry David Thoreau, “Walking”

This morning was a one-of-a-kind, considering I had trouble sleeping throughout the night.  Before dawn, I arose, found out it was 59 degrees outside, and decided to greet the Texas morning with a brisk two-mile walk through the sleeping neighborhood.  Words cannot record the delicious aspects of this encounter.

Returning to my study, I pulled Thoreau’s Natural History Essays from my shelf, and read an essay I hadn’t read since I studied at Oregon State University in the summer of 1992.  Where did all that time go?  Nietzsche always told his readers never to trust thoughts that were not born out in the open air, while walking about.  He is right.  I have spent the duration of this morning in the study, writing with delight the thoughts and observations that surged through my conscious being as I sauntered across my neighborhood.  More to come later . . .

Thanks for reading.

I paint in order to remember.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.

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