Morning Pages (August 30)

...I walk first through the ordinary world, the world of my neighborhood, past sprinklers and mailmen and neighbors in conversation on their lawns, towards the lake, where the world turns at first sporty and energetic, but sometimes frenetic, and hear snippets of conversation...He's black so he must be a Democrat...words that make me laugh or feel depressed...towards the water, where people are speaking less. I walk along the water's edge, breathing ions and peacefulness. I notice the color of the water, it's shape, the wind, how the light affects it. I notice the birds near or far, and a dog, sniffing, happy, and unfenced.