Today I walked to a meeting of the Big Bend High School Writer's Guild. It was pretty fun, I got to read a story I'd written recently and there were a few other people there who also read some pretty nifty stuff. I went with Buddha, so when there were lulls and nothing was happening we could play chess, and when people were reading I didn't feel like I didn't know anybody. Win win situation. However, I stayed a little too long talking to people afterwards, so Buddha got bored and by the time we left I owed him one. So I decided we would walk somewhere. Don't get me wrong, I like walking, but it's not something I might normally do so spontaneously, and it seemed like Buddha's sort of thing.
So we walked. To Lake Ella. It was a very, very, long walk, we got a bit disoriented more than once, and by the time we got there it was almost dark and we were a bit exhausted. There's really something to be said for long, urban walks, though. There was a definite feeling of satisfaction as we made it to Black Dog, to the extent that everything at the lake seemed different, somehow more peaceful and powerful as if it was ready to surrender. Or maybe that's just projection. Maybe I just felt ready to surrender, for some reason, to something. Of course, at a little man-made lake there's not much to surrender to, so I settled for Go and an Odwalla.
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