Nature Walk // One

I am currently commuting to work four days a week. I take a ferry early in the morning and board the same ferry late into the evening. Because it’s summer, none of this is done in the dark.

Last night I sat in my car. I’ve been sitting more, without social media. After finishing an article on my phone or pausing in between book paragraphs or chapters, I sit. Sitting, of course, was something I’d done before, but now I sit and look. Before, I was looking at my screen, scrolling through picture after picture or tweet after tweet, my emotions so amalgamated that sifting through them was impossible. Inevitably I’d feel like shit when I put my phone down, upset that I had wasted time, upset that the time I’d wasted had been wasted on something that made me feel so indecipherably mixed up.

Now when I sit I look out windows, an activity I’ve always enjoyed. Last night, while waiting in the ferry line, I stared through my windshield, my gaze landing on a row of four square reflective windows …