Taking a long walk through forests and swamps is something which I look forward to during the workdays, and during the weekend I try to arrange time for this. Now the length of day is almost seven hours, and the sun is not so low on the horizon any more.
On Saturday I walked for 2 1/2 hours, which didn't feel like a long walk at all, I felt that I could have continued for several hours more. But at home I realized I was in fact tired. But maybe I can manage to take another long walk today.
(Posting title is from the poem Fortune by Charlie Smith.)
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