Mayfield Park, Austin, Texas: last autumn:
I had the whole park to myself and stayed a long time. I took a small snack, but forgot to eat it. I sat on a large rock that commanded a bluff at the back of the park. I sat there and read for a while and wondered how I could spend my days doing this instead of doing the things I normally do. The life-gurus that write pop self-help and career books always say we should identify the things we love to do, then figure out how to make a living doing them. Ok, so how do I make a living reading in the woods and writing random thoughts next to my sketches in a journal?