One of favorite things to do is take long walks in the woods. On Tuesday mornings like this one, you'll usually find me out with a few friends, hiking through the hills. Other days, I'll put an hour aside to walk at the local park. On days like today, I look out the window, watch the branches of a pine tree sway, and think about the thick layer of ice covering the trail. I'm not hardy--or foolhardy--enough to brave the elements.
I like walking because it calms my mind. I've gotten some great (and okay some not so great) ideas while out on the trail. New twists in the novel I'm writing, an idea for a blog post, the missing element in a revision. The odd thing about writing is that it's when I'm focused elsewhere the muse shows up and starts showing off.
Today, the muse is, sadly, absent. Maybe she's seeking out a warmer climate, preferring to spend her time on the sun drenched beach of an island surrounded by clear blue water. Right about now, I wish I could join her.