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