- [x] Set timer for 20 minutes - [x] Start writing Where does the brain go when it is tired? My brain seems to fall back into itself. Sleep is the foundation that underpins the structure of the brain. A sinkhole of fatigue and exhaustion creates a vacuum that pulls original thought down into the brain space. My ideas no longer flow. When driving this morning to my work at CH-Franklin I took the River Road. Once again the timing of the sun was perfect for highlighting the river mist. With mist burning off the river, the sun turns a golden hue. A duck flapping wings while gaining thrust pushes down the mist, creates turbulence that is captured in the golden rays. Meanwhile, gaining altitude shows the cap of clouds settled on Kearsarge. Hiking the mountain this morning would bring one up into the summit of fog, spoiling a glorious view. The cap will burn off like a balding man's scalp, the naked summit being exposed like an aging time-lapse. Moments and millenia combine to create these magical views. I'm experiencing gratefulness for being awake alive and able to record these images.