Little walks turn into tiny adventures, the relevance of clocks temporarily subsides and spirits are lifted. Like if a foggy cloud of grey that usually follows you around decides it wants to go away and read a book for a bit.
Water often helps this, which is maybe something to do with the science behind cloud formation, deformation and precipitation. It's also nice to look at though, which could be a different reason altogether.
I've always liked a good boat as well, for as long as I can remember. Or since last Tuesday (whichever came first).
I spoke to this swan for a bit too:
He didn't say very much although you could tell he felt a real contentment with his life. His little swan face kept saying "breathe in, smile, and be happy".
My lack of bread became apparent and he swiftly departed.
Just thought I'd share.
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