|Phoenix sunset, Monday December 8|
See more, be more, feel more. What you touch becomes what you feel. Stop, look, listen, exist.
Whenever you feel like it. Not constrained by a metal box, a traffic light, a curb, an arrow, but rather whenever, wherever, whatever you feel like feeling, stop and feel it. Sense it. Make it you.
The food you eat also becomes you. The food we eat is shipped around the world on cheap energy. The salmon I ate last night was caught off Seattle, shipped to China, deboned there, and shipped back. That protein is being converted to muscle and energy of me even as I type. The people at work who refuel their thirsty vehicles on the way into the office bring the gas station with them.
We are this. I would rather be the sunset. Become it by pedaling fervently down that westward trending path.