I found myself at the neighborhood bookstore again this morning. I wanted to find a walking trail that was close to home for when it becomes too hot to walk during the day, and I was successful. It runs behind the arts center and comes out on the sidewalk beside the bookstore. It will be a welcome shortcut. 

The air was heavy with moisture when I was walking. It had rained during the night and was threatening to while I was walking. But the morning was cool enough to drink hot tea, and I think that I have found my favorite. It is called Georgia Sunrise. It is a peach tea and is delicious with honey. 

I sat at the bookstore for an hour and wrote in my moleskin journal some feelings that I had buried deep for a long time. These aren't thoughts that I feel safe sharing with anyone, but writing them out felt so good. I hope that it will help to exorcise them.   

When I got home, I began cleaning out the refrigerator. I threw out the pickled egg experiment that I started a few weeks ago. The brine became cloudy almost immediately and now had pieces of I don't know what floating in it. I just threw it away, jar and all. I wasn't brave enough to open it. So with a failed experiment under my belt, I decided to try again. Now my apartment smells of vinegar and dill. If I'm brave enough I will be able to try them in a week.