2006-07-21
Between places
I took my favourite route home today, by foot instead, extending the occassional walk by about an hour, until no more footpaths could take me home, and my pluck didn't allow me to borrow the main roads.
Singing random songs out loud against the apathetic traffic felt so good. Of course, I had to shut up everytime a fellow pedestrian or unprotected motorist came close enough. So did yelling into the wild growth of Mt Pleasant everytime I felt like it, until it cleared into the old cemetry that threatened my sanity and seduced my imagination, and then, I was quiet and kept my eyes straight ahead. I never realized how huge and imposing that cemetry was, and how the stillness of the air was a little heavier than peace. Nor how small and alive I was.
I'm sticky, insect-bitten (thanks to the Mt Pleasant hike), ruffled, but I've never felt so good in a long time.
1.5 hours free from horrible thoughts. 1.5 hours free from the world.
nothing ever happens at 7:32 p.m.