The day is overcast and water laden cooler air moves freely running a chill up my neck. There is a 30 percent chance of rain and the temperature outside is currently 65 degrees with an expected high of 72, a drastic change from the warm and welcomed 90 degree sunny weather of yesterday. Surprisingly, I was looking forward to today... the cooler temperature and clouds swollen with precipitation are an unalluring, yet motivating reason to stay inside and write, something I have found somewhat difficult the past few days.

Days like these make me want to curl up with a book and snuggle into a soft blanket or work on projects, anxiously awaiting attention, having been cast aside physically, though mentally still being developed and perfected. Memories of the mountains is where my mind goes on days like these, of my last adventure that of a trip to Yosemite. Hiking through changing topography with a slight chill in the passing air, just enough to offset the little perspiration accumulated from not being accustomed to the terrain. The clean, freezing-cold freshwater flowing down the mountain was a refreshing surprise as we made it to the top of a waterfall. We were only able to spend one night, but it was one of the best camping excursions I have been on yet.

So, I return to reality and the surmounting task laid before me. It is time to begin chipping away before the task at hand becomes too large. It's 9 a.m., time to start the work day.

... and so my thoughts wander back to memories....