Today I walked around a lot; with no real direction or destination in mind, just around. Some might find it strange that I would go into a city like D.C. all by my lonesome with no real purpose or reason, but I really enjoy this kind of solitude sometimes. There were no other needs or desires to cater to, just my own. Perhaps that sounds selfish, but today it felt more peaceful than anything else. There were no missed destinations, no distractions, no annoyances, no interruptions to ruin the blue skies or the changing colors of the leaves or the eavesdropped conversations or the spontaneously disguised photo ops. I have a weird sense of vision.

I have a weird sense of everything.

I told BJ on the phone while he was helping me locate Potbelly's that I wish I had gone with the iPod versus the book for the Metro because I really needed a soundtrack for my day. I wanted those living pictures set to music. I wanted the music to help me see more than passersby, to give them a story, to give them life. He didn't understand that, called me "weird" and I agreed. "Maybe next time", I muttered as he ignored me and mentioned for the third time that I should go to ESPN Zone.