Yield to a direction of significance

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On March 23rd I went for a walk with my daughter to Oittaa, south of lake Bodom. There were reeds by the shore.

I commuted by bicycle today. Some muscles, especially in the arms, were rather sore due to the things I did during the weekend. Probably changing summer tires to the car was the reason. If one would do it regularly the muscles would be used to it, but twice a year is not quite enough to keep in shape for that kind of work.

(Posting title is from the poem Corsons Inlet by A. R. Ammons.)