When I think about going outside, going for a “walk” comes to mind. I like to take long, meaningless walks. Since I was a kid I have taken short walks and I’m not someone very active in terms of sports or general physical activities, but I find a strange peace in the simple act of walking. My walks become a “mental journey”, where my thoughts wander freely while my feet walk in automatic mode lol. I often choose random routes, exploring streets and alleys that catch my eye. Always discover little hidden treasures, like shops, an artistic mural or something like the enticing aroma of a bakery. It becomes a unique adventure. When I sit on a bench, I sink deeper into my thoughts, so much so that I feel sleepy. Observe the people passing by, their expressions, gestures and the comings and goings of their lives. As I said, I don't consider myself a very active person, but these walks become my personal form of mental and emotional exercise. It is my way of disconnecting from everyday li