Parked

One of the many joys of this time of year is being able to go out for a walk at 8pm when everywhere is quiet. 

I did that tonight, going as far as - and around - the nearest park. It was a fast and sweaty walk, which made me enjoy it more. 

The only other positive thing in the day was dinner, which was something I scraped together from what was left in the fridge and turned out great. 

For most of the day I struggled to find any purpose, so it has been good to finish it on a couple of high notes. 

The Blip is the park.