This morning reminds me of something I can’t quite remember. Maybe waking up in the mornings as a young boy at my Grandfathers and looking across his field, there was an old dead tree that reminded me of the Statue Of Liberty. But it’s the weather giving me the memoory, hot and still, early morning. A sensation.

Maybe the feeling today reminds me of a hot August morning in Missouri, back in the woods, hot, but you can still somehow tell that winter is coming.

Today started off rough, I sort of got sick while running, spent some time squatting in some bushes, and I won’t say more than that. It’s all going to be better from now on.

Less than a month till we go to Canada on vacation.