I envy people full of validity, full of sureness, and knowledge. Those who are so sure, too stubborn for their own good. Those are the ones I envy, yet those are the ones I detest. An unwillingness to see - to be wrong.
This is me and my inner cynic, full of bitterness and simple exhaustion with down right stubborn people.
Tonight I don't want to sleep. I'm sick of sleeping. I want to enjoy the sunshine.
I went for a lovely hike today in East Sooke Park (Coppermine Trail). The name of the trail is with good reason, seeing that we hiked by a mine shaft that had been work on from the late nineteenth century up until the nineteen seventies. When we started off, the sky was dreary and the air, wet. Typical. By the time we got to the ocean the skies had begun opening up and I got to take in the pure beauty the sun and ocean getting along for once. I swear people in East Sooke don't know what they're missing by not stepping foot on every single path in that park.
The rain returned though. I can hear it falling on the roof above my head.
Tomorrow, we slaughter the meat birds. And I need to cut back the thorny berry bushes. I should sleep. It's late and I need to be up early. Enough
Goodnight.
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