Thursday, January 31, 2013

The reflection is its own blurred dream

I expected that I would be sore today after the exercise yesterday, but it wasn't so. In the morning there was no soreness in the muscles, and only a little bit appeared later in the day. So far so good, although sometimes it is so that sore muscles appear not the next day but the day after.

Yesterday I didn't take any photographs, and today while commuting by bus I didn't take any either as I forgot the LX5 home. But after dinner I got itchy feet and went out for a walk with the camera. It is rather wet, as the temperature is above 0 °C and snow is melting.

(Posting title is from the poem Winter Journal: Fish Rises, Dark Brown Muscle Turns Over by Emily Wilson.)

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