I put on a favourite podcast, and set out towards the Brickworks, on a favourite walk of mine. The sun was warm, the colours were glorious, the smell of the decaying leaves was soothing. For a little while, after about half an hour, it started to spit rain, and I wondered if I would get wet. I kept on, and it subsided, the sun coming out again. I walked along the sidewalks, down rocky paths, over grassy bits. At one point a fallen tree had been cut into chunks and set next to the path. I walked along them, as well. It was fun to feel them roll under my feet as I tried to stay upright. Sometimes I won. Sometimes the log did. I tried to hang on branches (although there really weren't that many of a good size and height), and I'm sure people were talking about me, wondering what I was doing, but I didn't really care.
I walked further than I normally do, and stopped along the way to take photos, to smell flowers, to collect some stones, to squat and look at things. It was a joyful walk today.