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It was so beautiful today that I bailed on work (all I really can do for the next month is go over my defense talk again and again, and I'm sick of it) and went to Frick Park. That's after a little incident where the key wouldn't turn in the ignition because (it turns out -- zephyr++) the steering wheel wanted to be wiggled.
The Lower Falls Ravine path is so beautiful. Because you're walking down the bottom of the ravine, there's a great depth of trees rising above and around you. It's one thing when you're standing still, but when you walk and watch to the sides, the impression of huge leaf-dappled space is overwhelming. One side is yellow-green in the sun and buoyant in the shifting air, and the other is dim except for brilliant backlit leaves and where light falls in long shafts downslope.
The Lower Falls Ravine path is so beautiful. Because you're walking down the bottom of the ravine, there's a great depth of trees rising above and around you. It's one thing when you're standing still, but when you walk and watch to the sides, the impression of huge leaf-dappled space is overwhelming. One side is yellow-green in the sun and buoyant in the shifting air, and the other is dim except for brilliant backlit leaves and where light falls in long shafts downslope.
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The first time I was told that secret was after several times of it not working but getting the key to turn "by accident", ie, I didn't know what I'd done differently to make it work. That happened about three times. Then it happened when I was near my mom's workplace, so she came out and asked, "did you try jiggling the steering wheel?" I think it's one of those things that so obvious once you know about it, that you never think to tell someone.