A piercing sun cut into the condo this morning and demanded I not work and instead take care of myself. I gathered all parts of myself that I could recognize and drove out west of town for a hike on Peach Mountain.

Peach Mountain is neither, but it is a nice wooded area through which to hike. The area is no more than 3 by 8 miles, bounded by roads on all sides. Even if I tried to get lost, I would have to make a concerted effort to stay lost. I hiked for about two hours; taking pictures, listening to my ipod, pushing through brush, listening to the trees rub against each other, running down pathes, and yelling at my echo. I think it was the single best thing I could have done for my soul.