On Thin Ice
The dogs looked like strange and restless spirits against the barren arctic landscape. The life brimming in them seemed to contradict their surroundings and took on a quality of the unreal. Their harnesses jingled, dull and metallic in the sharp air, as they danced and pulled with impatience.
The Paths We Take
As we were all told more and more last year to stay in, I went out. Over the past year I have found solace in the most basic and ancient of human activities. I work at a creative job, writing and directing commercials and web videos, I take acting classes, and write as many personal projects as I can in the time that I have. Because of all this, I welcome any activity that gets me out of my head and into my senses, moving my body and observing the natural world. Over these last twelve months, I have developed a formidable walking habit. I take walking breaks like smoke breaks now. At my job, I’ll slip out for a fifteen minute jaunt down to the river after lunch, or I might even stop the car for a stroll through the park in my neighborhood on the way home.