Coming straight home after work and taking a nice long walk before it got dark.
Scheduling a hike with my friend Jack over break.
Getting nearly all of my grading done before 3:45 p.m.
Running across a scrap of paper I have been saving that says this:
Where shall I look? Here.
When? Happening now.
Why don't I perceive? You don't look.
What do I look for? Nothing.
At what? Whatever.
A special way? No.
Don't I always? No.
Why? Because to look you must be here.
Going to bed early with a new book.
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