Although anything that is not inside is outside, when I think of outside there is always inside nearby. The ocean is not outside, it’s the ocean. Or way out in the wilderness. When I’m say I’m outside, I am in some relationship with the indoors, whether I’m escaping it, or wishing I was there. Recently, the weather has been of the sort that I want to be in all the time. My favorite way to be outside is somewhere secluded and quiet but not far from home. I also love to commute in nice weather. The light and breeze help me reset in between parts of the day.