A Map, A Direction

It's often this way in the morning, the competing urges. Should I walk ... or write about walking? Today's early rising has left me even more muddled. I remembered a website with trail maps from the area, and I've spent the better part of an hour exploring the site.

One of the maps charts a park near me, a park with poorly marked trails I've always wanted to explore. If and when I figure them out, I'll be able to reach the Reston trails without driving to them  — or at least that's the plan.

The map is printed. All that remains is to drink the tea, eat the breakfast ... and set off.