Weeds during the day and Salt Path this evening. 

I wasn't as emotionally engaged as I'd thought I would be, though I felt the physical pain: the absolute misery of the backpack weighing on my back and hips and shoulders, of being sodden but having to keep walking, of painful knees on a long climb, of being too exhausted to carry on but having to, of pitching a tent in heavy rain, of being too cold to sleep...

If I were ever to be homeless, it'd definitely be an urban doorway for me.