Exercise, observation and contemplation are not mutually exclusive
but may be orthogonal to each other, if I understand that word
aright. I’m trying to walk fast and notice everything and slip
into the poet-trance all at once. Sun and breeze after the night’s rain.
I won’t get far today because somehow I’ve become patriarch of the group,
and even slipping off for half an hour seems a betrayal. But it’s all right,
