Getting out into the world first thing in the morning evens out the consciousness in my body after a night of it naturally pooling toward the head. Out into it all, where the excess evaporates more easily. Oh, eastern sky holding the sun, let me think in flow, but not so much that a flood distracts all direction.
Open air, the natural predator of acute consciousness, helps keep the balance between action and thought. A café on a cloudy, cold late-March morning is a kind of openness too. The open air of community freshens and sharpens the spirit, stepping out into a bigger picture, even if it’s only so slightly relatively bigger.