The future is overwhelming, the list of tasks…insurmountable. I leave it all behind for a walk, to think, but find myself not thinking at all. The air is cool, the sky overcast. A perfect day to escape.
A weed pushes through the impervious surface of the asphalt trail. Not because it wants to but because it has to. With a singular purpose to grow, it does. I walk by but circle back and snap a picture of its effort.
It’s time to get home. There’s work to do.
A lesson learned on a walk. A lesson learned from a weed.