The stars in my personal galaxy (weather, empty calendar, spousal availability and energy) aligned yesterday and I found myself leaving the house – alone – with semi-weather-appropriate clothing and losing myself in the Killarney wilderness, aka, I went for a walk.

I love walking outside, especially when it’s unencumbered by tenuous toddler steps, or strollers, or ‘this is taking a lot longer than I thought it would’s. To spend forty five minutes staring at the sky and the ground and the contents of alleys and streets is a gift. Especially when it’s considered exercise.