Rain

3 days working in the bush at camp with one of my favourite coworkers in a particularly nice area (although they're all beautiful, this one wasn't bah walking too, and was a little coasty feeling with moss and a creek and orange-rotten fallen logs).

I took pictures of mushrooms, measured and shook trees, chopped fallen logs with an axe, wrote teaching recommendations, spoke in-depth about the specialized work I do with someone who does similar work, co-problem-solved, and only talked to my coworker and the camp cook. I told jokes that made him laugh almost hard enough to drive off the road; he showed me a lovely big creek; we took time to enjoy the space we were in. Between work talk we talked about whatever came to mind.

My temples hurt with unfamiliar muscle use: I haven't smiled this much since I can remember. I love this, and I needed this.

Later maybe I'll write more about this particular coworker. This isn't about that, though. This is about the forest, and about a human that isn't caught in the terrible work stress of that office.

Too, I'm shitty at being a human. I need time off where I can just be what I am. I'd been missing that.