As I was walking home from Easy Street Records a few minutes ago, I realized how little I look up. I stopped walking, closed my eyes, inhaled deeply. Tilted my face upwards. Opened my eyes. Exhaled. Smiled. I must have looked crazy. It was great. Not the looking crazy, I mean, but the looking up. The sun was filtering through the trees on the sidewalk, the clouds were making their way across the sky, my neck muscles stretched nicely. My blood started pumping a little bit easier.
I suggest looking up every once in a while.
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