the third day

The third day almost killed me. I am tired, and I almost succumbed to the warmth of the blanket. But the thing is, I have sort of signed a treaty in blood (in the name of good health) to walk. So I walked, at first slowly, then picking up briskly for a solid 30 minutes. At the end of it I was barely alive.

The photo? Oh it's just one of my fave. One of these days I should take a camera along.