Today, after a very long time, I stepped out of the house to buy snacks to feed my evening hunger, just in time to find myself staring at the golden light pouring from behind the tangle of trees in front of our house. I was dumbstruck for an entire minute, and I smiled.
Not only did the setting sun make me smile, but I also realized how much beauty of summer I’d missed by sitting n front of the computer screen. The sunset also reminded me why I love to walk – the act of just walking a step ahead after the other and covering miles and exploring something new. It doesn’t really matter where I am – in the city, in the country – or when – at night or any random hour of the day. What matters that I have the freedom to walk a long distance and surprise myself with little things that I observe along the way. It’s surprising and strange, but anything as ordinary as a piece of ribbon lying on the street excites me.
I like walking more, when I’m alone, in the company of what is unseen. In that alone-ness, I have the most beautiful conversations I’ve ever had. Somehow, just taking time to notice the things around me, scenarios conjure up in my mind – that’s when I get the most creative, that’s when the most magical words, wonderfully crafted, come to me – there’s a lot going on in my head when I’m taking a walk.
But there’s a lot going on on the outside too. I have conversations with nature – when it speaks and I listen. Sometimes, it says something that makes me more aware of who I am, how things are, how I could make them better and of how just like the walk I’m taking, everything else would be magical too.
Walks really make everything better. That’s why I love them – because everything around me has a lot to say; it gets a chance to speak, and I get the opportunity to listen.