Walking

I love walking. I love the warm useful feelings that tingles in my legs for an hour after a good, long walk. I love turning my face to the wind and feeling the sunshine on my face, and my arms. I love having my jacket blow across my body in the wind. I love being completely and utterly alone when I go rambling.
Solitary ramble just sounds so alluring, doesn't it?

My thoughts are my own when I go out walking. Not that they are ever really anybody else's... but when no one can see them written on my face, I don't need to worry about being asked about them.

I went a'walk this evening.  For nearly 2 hours. Out past the houses and into the countryside, where the fields are turning green and growing in glistening rows. Where the roads are dirt, and there is almost no traffic.

I explored some construction that is encroaching into the fields. They have already paved a long boulevard, and it looks like a whole new subdivision is going in where there used to be open space.
Much as new developments are interesting, and I like to watch them go up... it used to be open space.

Now I'll have to walk a little farther afield (harhar) to get past the high density civilization and reach cultivated farmland.


I stretched extensively when I got home. I haven't been much in the habit of long walks recently, so I'm betting I"ll be rather stiff tomorrow.
But that's ok.
I'm going for a walk in the morning.

And that heals a score of woes.