A Walk !!!

After many many days, I enjoyed the evening walk. It has been days, may be more than a month that I started home from office in the early evening when the sun sets. I was feeling desperate to walk home in the dimming sunlight singing an evening song.

It is about a mile walk from office to the suburban light rail station. A mile walk full things to see and smile for yourself. It isn't dramatically vista studded walkway but there is this very humongous mountain range before you, beside you, behind you as you walk. The way the mountain changes its colors time to time and day to day is an invaluable piece of inspiration for me. You see it brown mid noon when the clouds hover above it for rest. You see them green in the evening. You see them mysteriously red-black at dawn. Without any reason, it seems to talk to me and touch my inner self. Well, that gives me company when I walk. I had that company today after a long time.

When you walk the way to the light rail station, you are privileged to walk the red carpet of technology. You walk by the boundaries of some of the giants in the IT industry. And there are hundreds of them around. You can take chance to think of the future where you do not need to walk at all. But I did not think of anything of the future today when I walked beside them cuz I was missing a walk.

I reminded myself that cars raced around from every corner this time of the day. When I saw them pass by me like a flash of lightning, I reminded myself that I counted them. I counted them by Benzs, Beemers and Corevettes. It was fun and my hobby. And when Beemers pass by me, I felt the soft gust that they sway on me, and long before I open my eyes back to see if they are 5xx or 3xx, they are gone far away racing towards the west to touch the sun at the horizon. I had the same fun today. I watched the Beemer pass by me to catch the sun at the horizon before it sets.

Today I walked by the green grass on the pavements and the I saw them greener. I guess that they too missed me for a while and perhaps increased a bit of contrast in their color showing off their joy seeing me, cuz I never stamp on them on the walkway. So did the yellow flowers on the wasteland ranch a few furlong from the light rail station. The yellow flowers are not daffodils. They are like the Picasso on the New York street, nameless and beautiful. They shine like gold in the evening. They are born every spring after winter on that wasteland. And they nod heads like daffodils to all passersby. But they know me well.

It is a feeling of freedom that I enjoy when I walk. I let my garbage thoughts fume out and let myself free and light like the air. Well, that was the entertainment I have been missing these days. When the sun was out ruling the sky, I had been in the office cave hiding like a vampire. I advised myself not to reason for missing a simple walk. As always, I hate monotony. And having a walk everyday will not make me feel monotonous cuz neither do I see the same girl on the road nor is the mountain green each day. It is the unexpected change and presentation on the walkway that entertains and inspires me.