Walking

I just got back from a walk...oh how I love to walk...It's the kind of thing I forget until I'm actually doing it. There is so much more to it than just the physical aspect of putting one foot in front of the other. If night is falling I can capture glimpses of people doing different things in their houses...watching tv, eating dinner, moving from room to room. Possibly not too exciting to some but I would say I'm a bit of a voyeur so I enjoy it quite a lot.

Listening to my favourite tunes on the way and I'm regularly transported to a trancelike state as I pound the pavement. I find myself dreaming, thinking, pondering...I can be anything or anyone when I'm listening to music and walking.

I can tell you some walking stories from the past. I remember hearing of one fellow in particular who had a bad acid trip and got stuck walking walking walking, all through the night around Camberwell. I'd often see him doing this. There was also another girl I'd often see walking around the same area. She walked incredibly fast, like she was on a mission, and given the amount of times I spotted her whilst driving or out and about, it is fair to say she must have spent most of her days walking. There was something anxious, and not quite right about it...but at the same time, I confess I get it.

When I walk I am totally lost in myself...well it's the combination of the music and the walking that does it, but I feel as though I am just in heaven really - a place where anything is possible.