Woke up this morning with a very bad headache, so I took a walk to the Vassar farm with the hope that fresh air would banish it. (It did.) I had never been to the farm before; it was vast and grayish and spindly, as November usually tends to be.
At first I listened to music, but that began to feel like sensory overload. There was something calm and simple about the sight of so many bare trees,
and the crunch of gravel under clogs.