I have slept my sleep, catching up a little on three anxious weeks of being behind on it. And now I will walk through the damp forest for a while, thinking about what I am to decide tomorrow, about where to go from here.

Walking is the new clarity. I’ve been reading “Wanderlust” by Rebecca Solnit and it as reminded me of the effectiveness of a good wander on the mind.

Yesterday wandered from the Telegraph Hills of SF down to the maze of skyscrapers, up through China Town, through the Tenderloin as evening set in. I was contemplating my existence there. It would be nice to live there for a while.

And there is Portland, whom I know so well. Or think I know. Its piles of leaves by the urban east side gardens, Ladd’s Addition in the Rain, Pearl District revelry in the warehouse hours.

These things and more, shall I ponder.