November 26, 2020

3:52pm, N Calvert Street and Federal Street, Baltimore, MD

Underneath a great willow tree. Expansion, contraction, renewed energy, and warmth. I am dancing on stolen Piscataway land. Any time I'm in Baltimore, that's where I've been. Dancing feels like the best way I can respect this day. That and being creatively productive. My shoulders have been activated by work and stress lately. I will do some yoga upon returning home to warm and stretch them. The air is warm and I mostly feel calm about life. As usual, I am juggling multiple trains of thought and projects. As usual, I am trying to be present and never quite getting there. Day three hundred thirty-one.