good morning

Time to walk.

Earphones in.

ipod on.

Walk.

ipod off.

Earphones out.

Listen.

Walk.

Hazy heat lingers somewhere above my head making it's slow descent into the day.

My footsteps marking their way on the tarmac.

Twig breaks.

Trees flank open roads.

Change is coming, you can almost smell it.
Green making a final futile push to be while autumn's poised to pop.
Sycamores throw out winged protests
that break under foot.

So life goes on.

I've seen this road before. This walk was shown to me.

Not new. Just new to me alone.

So I walk.

Turning right.

The sky.

Sun carefully highlights the cloud, effortlessly flinging rays of light out to a once grey marred sky; calling blue into be.

And I walk.

Seemingly aware of destination now. Time still. Stands still.

Turn right. Walk.
Turn right. Walk.

Squirrels play in the branches.
Zephyrs tickle the trees.
Sprinklers cause diversions.

Turn right. Walk.

An orchestra of insects breaks out. Throwing tunes out bushes in perfect chaotic harmony.
An ode to the smell of change?

Road curves to the left. Sky.

The sun burning now, a hole through it's cloud. Rightfully bursting through in triumph. Uncontrollably piercing trees and fences to bring life to dew.

I'm on the home stretch.

Turn right. Walk.
Right. Walk.

Streets look so similar.
House. Fence. Tree.
House. Fence. Tree.
Flag. Flag. Flag.

Worlds of difference.

Walk. Walk. Walk.

My shadow cast in burning orange warms my back.

Right.

Stop ahead.

Home.