Nomad

This week's mood.

Oak leaves.

Morning walk.

Caught this fella sunbathing in the middle of the trail on our hike.

30% of the staff at my place got laid off today. Somehow I wasn't one of them. Super bummed about losing some really great coworkers. Time for a drink.

I ended up writing about nine pages in my journal tonight, I think the most I've written in years has been four or five pages.

I need to go spend a week or a thousand holed up in a cabin somewhere getting caught up on reading and writing...

Man’s mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild; but whether cultivated or neglected, it must, and will, bring forth.