walking

Walking is good for anxiety. So, I walk. Last night I walked 20 km. I just started, and I kept going. Through the streets, across the park, sun breaking through. Down to the river, few people fishing. Said hello. Kept walking. Through the woods, into town. Past the pubs, bands playing, or karaoke, people everywhere.Continue reading “Walking”

Proof of Life

Took a walk in the winter sun. The cold air stings your lungs. The cough is proof of life. The streets are quiet, but the gyms are busy. Folk still got Christmas trees up, lights shining through the windows. A few casualties still making their way home from Hogmanay parties. C’mon, pal, it was NewContinue reading “Proof of Life”