My Sunday Walk
It was Sunday morning. I was going to a brunch at noon. I knew I was going to eat too much there. I needed some exercise. I wanted to be hungry by the time I got to the brunch. I wanted to get outside. We had had a long spell of hot weather, too hot for pleasant walking. Last night it had rained. It was still cloudy. Should I go out now? I decided to do it.
It was early morning. The air was cool and fresh, quite pleasant. There was a gentle breeze, enough to keep the mosquitoes away. In minutes the clouds dissapated, revealing a bright blue sky. I drive this same route, along the river, but this was better than driving that fine morning. Except for cars backing out of driveways, I didn’t have to watch for traffic. I felt in closer contact with my surroundings.
I was surrounded by green: trees, bushes, and grass, all green with the blue sky overhead. I walk at a fast pace because I enjoy feeling my muscles working. It was fast enough that I was breathing heavily at times. It was so enjoyable that I went a bit further than the last time I did this walk.
I passed a blue jay sitting on a fence, a crow on a roof, and a red squirrel on a driveway. Flowers were everywhere in people’s yards. I passed a kid who was juggling on the sidewalk. People were running, cycling, and walking dogs. I enjoyed greeting people. They were equally happy to respond. It was a glorious morning. I noticed changes in the neighborhood. My thoughts were free to wander, and wander they did. I felt warm and fatigued when I finally saw my house in the distance. My thoughts focused on the glass of cold lemonade that I knew was waiting for me. It was a glorious walk. It couldn’t have been more perfect. I wanted that lemonade now.