Walking is my favorite form of exercise. I am not talking of brisk walking, though at times I am forced to do it. From time to time I do hit the treadmill, have one at home. It takes up more space than I ever wanted, but one have to indulge their better half to keep peace at home.
What I really like is a leisurely walk, absorbing the environment around me. Walking, for me is blissful. I forget my worries, my anger slowly dissipates and before I know it I become one with my surroundings. School kids walking or biking to school, old lady carrying groceries in plastic bags, the runner impatiently waiting for the signal to turn green, woman applying makeup while driving, everyone has a unique story to tell. Walking allows me to observe life as it unfolds. After a long time, yesterday night I went for a long walk with my dog Skooby. The night was cool and serene. Even Skooby must have realized that I was in no hurry. He stopped here and there, smelled around and tried to mark his territory everywhere but after a couple of brisk attempts he did not have much left to mark anything. The road was completely empty even though it was not that late. I was at peace with myself. Wish I could have walked some more but I had an early morning appointment. That walk must have done a lot of good because I slept like a baby and woke up refreshed in the morning.
Walk is going to be the starting word for my poem today for week thirty of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”. I hope I can do justice to walk and you will enjoy it as much as I enjoy my walk.