getting over it

My legs feel like bones that have been grated into a texture that reminds one of chalk. Nightmares, 6 hours of a trial, 4 hours of driving, 4 hours of work and now, here, in this chair. We've all felt chalk-bones. It's not comfortable. Before we were adults, we used to feel it a lot. They called them "growing pains", because our muscles were stretching, bones were growing, we were getting bigger. Now, i'm not getting physically bigger... but something's different. Not sure what it is. *shrugs* At the end of the day, i might have a job that seems to easy, I decided not to live with football buddhist dog guy because of his roomies, and I found one of my favourite places in the world. I don't stop there often enough. Probably because i'm always meant to be somewhere else. But you're meant to stop and smell the roses in life, aren't you? The place is between Ballarat and Daylesford in the Victorian countryside. If you drive by, it's pretty, but you miss a lot of it. It's on a hill. On the left is a valley with some sort of water in them, something to do with agriculture, i'm sure, and fields upon fields of lush grass that catches the sunlight. In the distance are ash-grey mountains, calling for attention they'll deserve, but probably won't ever adequately receive. To the left is what, to the average passer-by looks like a small mountain with a heap of trees growing over it. This is Mount Alexander, an extinct volcano. If you turn down a small road to the right, you can drive up and into the volcano. Inside is a copse of trees that turns amazing colours in autumn, and everything there is so still, so quite, as if, somehow, the rest of the world "Evolved" into a chaotic mess while this place remained ... remained, I can't even think of the word. Peaceful, i guess, but that's not all of it. I suppose you know a place that makes you feel like that.
I just thought i'd tell you one of mine while my legs are out of action. Bloody chalk-dust. *sigh*