The Not-so-brisk Walk

I'm going out to take a brisk walk

but

barely out the door

there is this:

(click to enlarge all photos)

(it helps)

Helloooo, cone flower

hellooooo, bee

Two more steps

and then:

I touch its wilted neighbor

and it dissolves

blood red

in my hand

Onward

going to walk

going to walk briskly

but

then

Hellooo, black-eyed Susan

and

giant hippo boulder

. . . 

Walk on, walk on

and then

Oh, mannnn!

Oh, mannnn!

Look at that!

That's it.

I wave the white flag.

I call a truce.

I'm not walking anywhere.

I'm just going to sit here

and 

drool.

xx

Beaches and Writing

Maybe you love beaches

especially deserted ones

where the only sounds you hear 

are the waves and the seagulls. 

Maybe you come here to walk

and to empty the mind

so it can absorb the rhythm

of the water.

Maybe you stand in shallow water

and see the sun reflected

at your feet

and then look up

at the blue blue sky

and that astounding

sun.

And maybe then

when you are realigned

you go home

to write.

Mm?

A Walk in England

One of my daily walks here in England is a circuit of the TASIS school's campus.  Here's a little commentary with it: