So, as I stated in the last post, my creative writing professor is requiring us to each keep an image observation notebook to record written images of what is going on around us. As I was walking back to my room after class the first day that she had explained this, I overheard someone around me say this and it caught my attention:
I have no idea what the people were talking about because this is all I heard. But it did get me thinking about really how true it is. How often do we go outside to really just be outside? Even if we do go outside to just be outside, we go with the notion that eventually we are going to go back inside sometime. None of us live outside, so we never really go outside to not go back inside. Anyway, it is just a thought to ponder. 🙂
