I love to walk especially in the morning to greet the da.
The Widow Series- The Morning Walk
Sun rising later in the morning. But still able to get out
before 6 am.
The crisp and refreshing morning air hit her face. Weights in
hand, swinging those arms. Working those muscles.
Barb headed up the street. Looking every way several times,
crossed the road to start the trek up the hill.
Working those leg muscles.
Not just exercise but a time to think and reflect. To plan the
day. To strategized for new projects. What to make. What to write.
No ear plugs. Cell phone in the small bag across her body.
Safety first.
Today was different. He is getting sicker. So more time needed
at home. Less time to go out.
The walk just 20 minutes gave a good time.
If driving in the morning time to see many others taking
advantage of the cool air to walk.
Birds in the field. The summer grasses growing. The sky. Those
last red eyes getting ready for the approach to Pearson.
Thinking. Are the people coming home? Or here for a vacation?
Work? Family emergency? So many stories in one plane.
If I wave can the people on the plane see me. Would they think
who is that mad woman waving?
Rounding the bend on Major Mac. Ignoring the cars and drivers.
Who sees an old lady walking? Old ladies are invisible. Men only like 25 year
olds with big tits. So good to ignore as no one sees Barb anyway. She’s older.
Invisible.
Walk and think. No talking. Just in my head. Clearing my head.
July 24, 2019
Barbara Di Mambro
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