Little local life

I spent the majority of my day today wandering around Flagstaff. As much as I'm keen on being in nature, I can't help but explore and become a local urbanite. I sat at the park to write, and when it was time to change scenery, I made my way to a local coffee shop. It smelled like fresh-baked pastries. There was a man with a large cowboy hat and flannel, rockin cowboy-like boots. He was rolling what looked like croissants, and I figured he might be the owner. If so, it's awesome to see that.

The weather here in Flagstaff is, I can honestly say, perfect. I'm not sure how it is in the depths of winter or summer, but as of now, it couldn’t get any better. I biked all through downtown Flagstaff and window-shopped the stores. I find myself doing that often, with almost no desire to buy. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that the more stuff I buy, the fewer places I have to put it.

Im giving myself the rest of the day to wander and pretend im a Zonie.

L8er.