I walked outside with a mug of coffee, which I’ve somehow never done. It always sounded appealing.
The holding coffee while walking part is actually awkward. It was really nice to be outside in the sun, though. It was rainy all day yesterday, and I went out only once to bring in the garbage cans. Seeing things get brighter and brighter gave me a sort of ambient optimism, entirely independent of reasoning and the facts surrounding me.
Dan was talking about teens not wanting to go outside this weekend, and I remembered that I did care at all about things like the sun or pleasant weather as a kid. I think I was 30 when I started enjoying the outside.