August 14, 2020

6:50pm, between Krieger Hall and Maryland Hall, JHU Homewood campus, Baltimore, MD

Oh it's a roll on the grass kind of day. I feel weak and ridiculous. Occasional raindrops hit my skin. Rolling, pushing, trying to be interesting. There's a twinge in my right shoulder... I've been very neglectful of my workout routines. It's been months. The summers are such a struggle for me. Each year I grow less tolerant of the heat and humidity. The site is one of convenience; close to where I am ordering food. I was having such a good time last week and the week before. This week is a lull. Daydreaming of tiny seeds growing into the future. One moment at a time. Is this where the train stops? What does that mean in context of today? I am usually impatient for most things to unfurl. One benefit of this project is it guides me toward more tranquility. Now I'm just killing time. Back to socks and shoes and music and walking and food and the end of the day. Day two hundred twenty-seven.