A Good Stretch of the Legs

I love taking walks. You see all kinds of things you wouldn't normally see if you were speeding along in your car.

A view from the MetroParks

And, unlike driving, I prefer to do my walking sans audio accompaniment. Unless you count the birds, lawn mowers and passing traffic. I like to get the full experience of all of the senses.

With my workplace a 40 minute drive away, I spend enough time in the car. I like to get out in the open air and get a snootful of (hopefully) some quality atmosphere. Plus, I notice little details like the design in the bridge I'm crossing. Or a wooly bear caterpillar crossing the sidewalk. (How's it going, Dick Goddard?) Faded chalk hopscotch lines. An abandoned tricycle. And, as a bonus, I occasionally stumble upon a yard sale. (Which is cool, as long as I don't fall in love with a table or lamp or something BIG.)

Walking does more than stretch my legs. It stretches my mind. Calms me. Helps me to feel one with the universe. Connected.

It looks like a beautiful day out there. I hope you don't mind if I cut this short.

There's a bird out there calling my name!