the mundane

one of my mandates this year was to go for a run at most three times a week.

sometimes life's best advice comes when you're observant, calm, or just doing things.

on mornings i go for a run, i always see this old man. he's either on his way to pluck flowers or already plucking them. what he uses the flowers for i do not know.

after a while, i realized he's always there. same time. half past six.

there's something about that i really like. it's quiet. it's consistent.

just him showing up.

i find that inspiring.