Notes
Drove into Freeport to buy groceries and check out this trail. Ruminated upon the scarring that humanity has inflicted upon the land. Highways and cities and farms and roads... so much destruction, but still so much beauty. I hate that I do, but I love the smells of freshly tilled soil and that nasty mix of gasoline and french fries and the sweet smoky barbecue and then there's the clear, crisp scent of running water... hmmm
Struggled to breathe and my chest started hurting during the last mile. Huh. Allergies?