Usually on a day off I’ll sleep late but Friday I was up and out the door sharp. No particular place to go, just me and my two feet.
Sun was shining.
Everyone I met, bar one person, said hello or good morning.
Through the neighbourhood and out to the woods.
I never knew about this till recently, but you go under the flyover and you are in the country. Just like that.
The bridge over the river.
I listened to the birds in the trees.
Took a deep breath.
Breathed out slow.
Walked back into town along the water.
(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon
