|Walking softly (not in my shoes)
||[Sep. 11th, 2007|09:39 pm]
When you've pushed the boat out too far, when your body lets you know you're going to do long term damage if you get back on a bike anytime soon, how to deal with a body screaming to be on the move?|
Go for a walk, of course.
Blessed with perfect weather, and a world so sharp and clear.
Watching a buzzard circle, not looking where I'm going and oops, spooked a heron - 'cept this one is pure white? (look it up later, maybe an egret).
Hypnotised, I am, by the sun bouncing back into my eyes.
Tear myself way, look around. The trees are starting to turn, there's some gold to be seen, leaves on the ground. Mr. Swan hisses at me, I prefer that wildness to having them beg for bread.
Walked too long, and it's getting close to blister time. But, hey, I'm on a grassy riverbank, who needs shoes? No-one around, no-one to see, and I'm blessed with an hour of sole time learning to watch my step.