Most people have some sort of coping mechanism when things are bad. Some take to drink, or drugs. Others have a favourite place to visit, or find a friend to share with. I have two methods: either I write or I walk.
As my writing is not at its best just now, I chose the latter. I am not sure if it is the physical exercise or the nearest to nature that helps, but a longish walk tends to ease some of the tension and bring a measure of sanity to my jumbled mind.
There must be a lesson there somewhere. Perhaps in this world of computers, keyboards and technological advancement, the simple things are being relegated or even forgotten?
I do not know.
I only wonder