For fourteen years, a certain feline has made multiple trips from lawn barn to back porch, where the food shows up, and where there is a door that. just. might. open. to let her sneak into the house.
A closeup look at the lawn will show that every paw step is placed in the exact same print along the path every time - those soft paws have worn the grass away over the years.
Habits will do that. What habits/patterns are ingrained in me unawares, softly imprinting on my life and thinking? For good or otherwise?
The path.
Keeping the Trucker company on a rare day off.
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