Notes
Ran watchless, and didn't notice when I left the house, nor when I came back in; so I'm TOTALLY guessing on my time ... It "felt" about my usual casual pace. A goreous warm October afternoon ... Do you know, fallen and dried pine needles have a VERY different aroma when they've been warmed up by the splintered sunlight of the woods than they do under the cold Pre-Dawn stars, clouds and fog. In the daytime they have a cozy scent, like freshly baked bread; very comforting and protective. At nght-time they have a more cleasing aspect; not necessarily medicinal [like witch hazel, for example, which is kinda close] but a sort of purifying way ... like the pine goes into your nose and your lungs to clear the troubles out of your soul ... oh, yeah ... I got beaned in the head again - not by an acron, but a pinecone ... couldja tell???