This exercise thing must be starting to work. I walked 3kms last night in about 10 minutes less time than it usually takes, which was cool, but the main thing was that I actually *wanted* to do it.

Mostly I feel the same way about exercise as I do about eating brussel sprouts (antagonistic at best). But it was so good last night to walk and think and enjoy the fresh (smoke-filled) air (people were burning things off).

Even better than the walking, though, was the way the plant that grows just beyond the bridge and has the most amazing scent was even richer in the evening air. By day it's lovely, but at night, it was even richer, more lush and you could almost taste it.

Mmm...