I think I might like to go camping this weekend. I look over favorite options, sitting in the summer sunshine at the halfway point of my walk. Damn. Booked. Closed. Reserved. No space available. I sigh to myself quietly. It’s mid July, I don’t know why I expected this to be easy.

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Like a lot of things in life, planning matters. Spontaneity has a place in life, no argument, but… If I had planned further ahead, I’d have better options. That’s just real. I put the idea aside for awhile. It can wait until I’m at a computer on a browser. I let my mind wander on.

It’s a lovely day. I don’t really feel like dealing with people, but my calendar is full of meetings and work groups and various discussions on various topics. Work. Well, shit, at least I’m getting paid for my time and attention. The sunshine reaches the oaks, standing tall along the trail. I catch myself daydreaming about other trails and other places.

I breathe, exhale, and relax. Meditate. Write. Reflect. My mind wanders. I look down the trail toward a dust cloud. Probably farm workers in the vineyard. I’m curious but unbothered. The clock ticks on.

… Eventually it’s time to walk on. I get to my feet and begin again.