Yesterday Dory made a fine pot of chili of which I ate way too much of but enjoyed it anyway. I really didn't think that I had eaten too much until this morning during my walk. That thought entered my mind when I became aware of the terrible accumulation of intestinal gas. Thankfully I was alone so the expulsion of the gas seemed okay. Matter of fact I think it may have added a little to my step. I'm not sure if it added a tiny burst of propulsion or if maybe my subconscious mind wanted to quickly move beyond the pew.
In my opinion dark is the best time to walk. It seems to be a much quieter time than when facing all the harsh realities that daylight brings. I think with my ears covered there is somewhat of a distortion to the darkness enveloped sounds too.
Like this morning as I was walking down Memory Lane I heard a sound near me that shouldn't have been. I used my carried spotlight to check all around me and saw nothing out of the way so went on. Another near me sound but louder this time stopped me for another look around. Thinking that the pew might have caught the attention of an animal who thought I was a walking dead man that could fall over anytime raised the hackles on my neck.
Can you believe the stopping and looking occurred three more times before I figured out that it was my stomach growling. Things just don't sound the same with covered ears in the dark
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"To live with fear and not be afraid is the final test of maturity." - Edward Weeks
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