"Emerson, I am trying to live, as you said we must, the examined life. But there are days I wish there was less in my head to examine. Not to speak of the busy heart."
Today was one of those kind of days.
The one in which I found myself lost in thoughts of how far I could get from this particular life on the money in my bank account...
Which meant I was not going to get very far.
I caught the sky over an open field as I was driving and decided to pull over. I marveled at the beauty of the clouds and the way the rays of the sun made streaks, like light is depicted in ancient religious paintings.
Emerson would have been proud...