The Map and the Compass Point the Way

I went for another hike today. I was alone. I brought my audio book along with me but only listened to it for about ten seconds before deciding that I'd rather hear the sounds of nature or the children happily playing and screaming from the nearby playground at the trail head. Hermes will have to wait. (Hermes is the Philosopher's dog in Sophie's World.)

I enjoyed the hiking adventure with my friend yesterday, but it is nice to go alone, too. I felt less of a rush to take photographs. I stop at nearly every curious thing to study it. The trails here are just walking distance from my house. They are not nearly as much fun or as beautiful and interesting as trails that are a drive from here, but it's comforting to have a place to hike right at home. The photographs aren't that interesting but they are moments captured in time of sights that were only from my perspective, sights that will never be seen from that perspective again. If and when I have time I will be starting another blog just for photographs of things I see on a day-to-day basis. Nothing artistic like Ansel Adams, just images from a little point-and-shoot camera.

The white tennis shoes I bought just before going on vacation are no longer white. They are dusted here and there with brown dirt from the hiking trails in Montana and at home. I should have worn my hiking boots but it's been so long since I've worn them I feared they might give my feet blisters. I'll have to break them in again.

I really believe that good times are coming again. I've already seen changes in my daily lifestyle. If you've been following this blog you know something about the depression. I don't have any reason to discuss it now but it is there in the archives. I'm becoming active again; I'm socializing more with friends and family. I'm sleeping less. I care about myself again and I am very eager about returning to my prime.