Step

All day, mired in deductions and expenses, a mind wrapped tight in focus, a spring sun climbing higher yet across the sky. Only an hour's break between. In the old days, you would've laced your shoes, would've taken the chance to unwind your strangled thoughts, would've reveled in the sunlight along the water. 

The thing with old days and new days is
they're all a figment of our imagination. 

The thing is if what you want to do is lace your shoes and 
let your feet think for you, 
you still can. 

So I did.