I need to go outside. It’s morning. It’s dark, and Mars should be rising in the east, a bright red dot above the horizon. Above Rigel.
I need to go outside. It’s early morning, and although it’s muggy and warm, the ground is soft from a light drizzle last night.
I need to go outside. It’s Saturday before dawn. The long run class starts at 7:00, and if I don’t leave in about 10 minutes, I’ll miss the throng when it gathers and stretches and looks at today’s route map and start off down the street.
So … I need to go.
Outside.