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A slow casual stroll through and beside the forest. Dampened by extremely light raindrops. Grey cloudy sky. The scent of a fireplace nearby. Just us walking. Slipping into a moment that's never the same twice. Trying to rid the mental system of the blocks that have cracked a wall. I can't leave them on the ground like bread crumbs in fear that I'll find my way back to the self designed foundations. I call this my transition walk. Allowing the universe to have a voice in a very busy and noisy head. I've always let the small stuff instantly injure. I sulk in it like cookies in milk. It's never a dessert but rather a desert. A long dried up path with layers of solid rock put into place and play to preserve whatever's available and mentally valuable. The transition walk.