Journal entry from January 29th, 2024 1:06am

This past summer I helped my grandpa move a lot of dry brush he had cut down. I'm not built for hard labor, so I was kinda pissed the whole time. However, I wasn't going to just let him move it all by himself. While taking one of the wheelbarrel loads to the burn pile I stopped to catch my breath. At the same time, the wind blew and my sweat went from feeling like a complete nuisance to utter relief. The sun's shine felt wonderfully bearable and I took a deep breath. The world smelled so fresh. I finished the work and joined my grandpa in the shade. We enjoyed our sodas in silence.