Looking down slows your stride. You don't make good time. You don't engage other people, you engage the earth. The rocks, the dirt, the insignificant things we seem to think we are meant to step on.
Having spent several days tilling and planting, I decided to go for a walk. Puppy was rather happy at the idea, too.
|OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY WALK TIME|
I found flowers.
|Even this flower was looking down.|
I found sedum? Really? I thought that was a garden-only plant. Maybe it escaped from a garden into the wild to become feral sedum. It seemed to be making friends with the horsetails.
I found a chunk of quartz with reflective parts that caught the light.
I did look up, and marvelled at the size of the cedar trees here.
|Seriously, that's a huge tree.|
|I DO WHAT I WANT|
I noticed Titus sniffing at something. He almost always looks down. And I saw... metal gear teeth? So I found a thing. And I assume it's to do with a tractor or something, but I really have no idea. It's currently called "this thing I found".
Next time I'm out, it's back to work. Gardening is nice for that, though. It encourages looking down too. As I churned up the field to make a new plot, I sifted the soil through my hands and wondered who'd last worked it. Then I sat down and thought some more. I am seriously not the most productive farmer anywhere.