I miss my camera. My big, pain in the arse, bulky camera. I miss photography.
I chose not to bring my camera with me, to protect it from damage and potential break-ins.
I miss Sunday morning strolls.
I realised, rather late, that these are things to be easily rectified. I have a camera on my phone and the only thing stopping me having a stroll is me and my lack of motivation.
This morning I took a stroll, I took photographs and I feel so much better now.
I feel like equilibrium has returned to my life. I am now standing with both feet central on the ground.