It’s a warm though breezy morning. I have to drag myself out of bed.
Seems like a touch of deep fatigue and body ache. I have to reach the road I tell myself, one step at a time… If I can just wear my shoes, change into my walking gear, be out the front door. Take an easy stroll, be a part of these quiet morning hours.
I start walking slowly, breathing deeply, I forget about my body’s lethargy and something familiar takes ove… These roads are my friends, they know me, the strays greet me with wild abandon and the birds don’t hop away as I cross them… They are as much a part of my world as I am theirs. I walk slower, it’s not for the purpose of ‘exercise’ that I want to be here in the morning, it’s to extend my world to include the breeze and the trees and the flowering bushes and the shedding leaves, they all welcome my presence I feel, it’s an odd yet such a perfect connection… Why do I even question it?
I pause under a tree to catch my breath and look up to find this beauty… I turn back now… My world is fine, I tell myself… I can rest awhile, have heart-warming cup of tea, put my feet up…☕😊