Who is the odd one here?

"You have to be odd to be number one."

— Dr. Seuss

Today was a struggle to push through the walk. Everything hurt especially my feet. It was like pulling my thighs through quicksand to finish a lap.

The sunless muted sky and the elusive owls weren’t helping either.

Despite not feeling so hot and the grim weather, there was a lot to admire.

Nature accepts you no matter how you feel.

(She might accept you so she can eat you for lunch, but she takes you all the same.)

For most of my life, spring takes a back seat to summer as my favorite season, but not this year.

Thank you for following along.