I have been going outdoors when I can, usually in the evenings when I've got some free time...
The air has been cold, but thus far it's been a winter almost devoid of snow, while, amazingly, areas south of me, like New York City and Long Island, have been hard hit.
Living in the foothills of the Catskill Mountains usually means heavy snowfalls, even a blizzard or two. But this winter I've seen nothing but a few light dustings.
As I have written in past journal entries, my wintertime walks are as much spiritual as they are physical. The colder air usually keeps the less hearty indoors, thus leaving only me and a few other brave souls to endure the elements. For me, a sparsely populated recreation yard allows for quiet time, and a time to collect my thoughts, and pray. It's a healthy escape from the oftentimes oppressive atmosphere of the cell block. It's a chance to forget I'm in prison.
D.B.
Living in the foothills of the Catskill Mountains usually means heavy snowfalls, even a blizzard or two. But this winter I've seen nothing but a few light dustings.
As I have written in past journal entries, my wintertime walks are as much spiritual as they are physical. The colder air usually keeps the less hearty indoors, thus leaving only me and a few other brave souls to endure the elements. For me, a sparsely populated recreation yard allows for quiet time, and a time to collect my thoughts, and pray. It's a healthy escape from the oftentimes oppressive atmosphere of the cell block. It's a chance to forget I'm in prison.
D.B.
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