It was a slow walk until it wasn’t.
After a day of being cooped up inside with the heat outside slowly creeping in, my mind felt like a slow cooker. The vitamins should still be there, but I went stir crazy.
The heat became the unwanted guest of my party called ‘weekend’. I had hoped I had left the heat at work, where everything came to a boiling point before I clocked in my last hour of the week.
I was done. But the season on my doorstep didn’t care. It came rushing in and I decided to ignore it, just like my alarm in the morning. Guess I burned myself twice.
Once the clouds cut in at the start of the evening sky, I went for an after dinner walk. They say it should improve digestion, but I am wondering why I couldn’t move faster. Even though the answer is my filled belly. So even my body felt like a slow cooker.
From greens on my plate, to strolling through the green scenery. I must say, Saturday Night Live didn’t disappoint. Two butterflies danced right in front of me. Together they climbed higher and higher. I watched till they went out of scene before I resumed.
Along the water seemed like the place to be. Where fishermen still tried to get the catch of the day. Till it was disrupted by a kayak paddling off the beat coming from my headphones. Chaos met symphony, it took time for the rift to disappear. Once it did, I wondered if the fishermen lived for the hope of it all.
The sun didn’t come out to play anymore. Nevertheless, sweat dripped from my back. I made three turns to get on my way home. Of course the peacock was the one closing out.
The feathers were being dragged while the head was held high. Broke out of the park’s cage for a dozenth of time. No way that peacock would be cooped up inside when the day is for exploring. Only when the night rolled in, it was time to leave the stage called street.
And so did I, took myself back in. Wondering how the day went by in a blink of an eye. Nothing about it seemed slow anymore.
Love,
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