How comfortable ìs a person who carries a bottle wedged in their jeans back pocket?
Feet absorb better, walking upon grass than concrete. Preference when dry or a little wet foliage.
Soles rupturing treading springs renewal. Pack away that winter treadmill. Adventure in wilderness, walk and watch, seek peculiarities in shape and angle.
Ignore tyranny of senseless onlookers passive in armchairs. Gain interest in health extensions and preservation, Pete cannot live another’s sedate life. List new steps, steps not to.
Pete can finish his own sentences thanks. Although he tells them all, he despairs about works dislike and what to do next?
Quit! He’s already achieved that inside.
He can use holiday time to explore, open up, narrow down, set follow up next steps. Describe a vision of what and how. Grow belief in why. If he knows what and why, he can figure out and act upon how.
Promise.
His mother Mary is looking for her own reasoning. He can’t guess, but she could infer her own desire. In a gap, a hive of imagination is alive. Wanting, striving, nervous about whats to come.
No longer a little boy, Pete arranged to meet Mary on Wednesday for a walk and a chat. Pete’s currency delved into nature. Mary was a numbers person. A statistician. A testy relationship, with one period of eleven months not speaking. It changed Christmas that year and others thereafter. Safe to say, trusting relationships matter. Tend to realise this more when both break.
You don’t need a plastic bottle in your jeans pocket to feel uncomfortable. In other news to Pete’s delight, there’ll be Dundee derbies next season. It’s very sad, a body was found at last, far Up North. Must have been a horrible few years.
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