Spending an hour alone at the beach looking for cool rocks and shells and stuff and then throwing them back. old guy walking his dog gave me the crab. he gets it.
most times when i've gone to a beach, on a hike, etc i'll pick up a few nice rocks and bring them back home—small smooth ones you can hold with the thumb are good—you can set up little piles around the house and get reacquainted with them every now and then
Anything reminiscent of a treasure hunt that involves creatures, bones, or cool stones will excite me. I had a staring contest with a crab the size of my head. It won. I wonder what I looked like through the water surface.
clinging to a handful of leaves on a tree like a human hand bc I need to connect to another being. earnestly and urgently. trees are intelligent but I don’t think they gaf abt me and my problems
