As I walk down the sidewalk, I hear the sounds of lizards and birds rustling in the bushes. I flinch as I walk faster. I didn't want to step on them or scare them. I carefully walk around the dead spiders and bees; I feel like a monstrous beast tiptoeing in the wild. My footsteps must sound like a rolling thunderstorm ready to cause some damage. I didn't mean to rustle the birds' feathers; I'm only passing by.
While I walk slowly uphill, my eyes wander ahead of me as workers climb their way up a small hill in the left side. Immediately, I feel a sense of compassion and understanding. They work so hard to make it here. It inspires me to write a book; I will call it, "The Quest for Liberty." If I were in their position, I too will find every opportunity to work to be able to achieve the ultimate American dream. I feel a rush of anticipation; I couldn't wait to go home and write my thoughts down. Then, a familiar scent fills the air and the smell of sage brings me back to my hiking trips. I walk around the leaves and branches on the ground while a worker who sees me steps aside to let me pass. I give a slight nod of acknowledgment while my mind brainstorms for my story that will inspire millions of people. The things I think of while I walk, no wonder I enjoy it so much.
My heart now is beating faster and my legs are beginning to burn. I pause at the stoplight as I wait for the sign to cross the street. I wonder why hardly anybody walks in San Diego, along the sidewalks. Not for me, I miss walking. Now that I don't live in a big city where walking is essential, I treasure every opportunity. The cars stop as I cross; I feel self-conscious as I pass. The light was in my control for ten seconds but there's always the fear of, "What if they don't stop?"
The walk is peaceful and therapeutic. Time seems to fly as if the hour before didn't exist. My worries from the morning disappear. The wind gently caresses my face as its soft breeze grants me a breath of fresh air. I feel the sense of nature nurturing me. My mind suddenly creates a tune and I begin to sing random lyrics. I remind myself to take the tape recorder next time; I usually forget what I made up by the time I get home. I walk the last hill and I'm almost always out of breath. I keep telling myself, "It's okay, you're almost home, and this is good for you! This will keep you fit!" In my mind,I'm constantly reminding myself that walking is fun and exciting. I have a piece of nature that I can appreciate and love. With the calling of crickets looking to mate, to the sounds of bees buzzing from one flower to the next, I'm at a loss for words. I feel blessed that I can use my legs to walk and enjoy my beautiful surroundings.
I arrive at my house and I couldn't wait to take off my sneakers. These miles are becoming my favorite hobby. I'm looking forward for my next walk. It gives me the time to reflect on life.
I had the best hour of the day and it's a gift to myself.