Tip-toe down a staircase, creaky in spots. Once a bitter descent, landing upon icy tiles. Now work has dissolved into bittersweat acceptance.
Since waking early, you feel an urge in an itch, must get out outside. Follow paths, hurried steps, wandering amidst first light.
Must get away, act and denounce indoors boredom. Move outside where cells are blown about. Relief, as a front door snaps shut, post fruity breakfast.
Fresher air, high winds. Wilding intentions settle for active expectations, made real. Seized by early light. Spring’s renewal. Time out here decelerates.
Now, a spreadsheet free pedestrian.
Humming ‘Caravan of Love’.
Amplifying dancing memories. Narrowing dancefloors with crowdfilling tunes. We are told ‘happiest days of our lives’. It’s not a contest.
A shower begins. Zip up a fully padded jacket. Woolen hat from a pocket. Remove ear phones.
Outside, slanting sheets of rain wash away last nights melancholy. Last night’s cries from next doors newborn fade in memoy. Cuter when quiet and with giggles. No remote control, no mute button. Surrounded by hearty Walsall supporters. Music of pebbles underfoot.
Peace upon your walk. Soft steps. Glad to be outside amongst captivating silences. Narrow Corridors. Slow flying clouds. Lining nostalgia counting past friends, recounting times.
From 4 hands full and more to a comfortable two fingers. Deaths of plain loss mirror ghosts of past friendships. Holistic detachment a mothers dim view.
Bin lorries puncture solitude and then you pass. A stench left behind. Ears cushioned. Velvet canals. Roads strewn with discarded vaping devices. Unmoved by outcomes. Unplaced and surveillance free. Sidestep a fresh squshed frog. Blinding sun catches your eyes through detached house gaps. Great functioning in roles of simple structures.
Sheltering eyes. Walk yourself into a good place.
Outlined rows of populations sleep. No clamour for space, nor attention. White black out curtains. Noise polluting chatter drops decibels when millions sleep.
A beautiful lady passes, a Taylor guitar case over her shoulder. Rude to look twice. Remember lucky in love. Silent appreciation. Various degrees of beauty. Long black coat. Shoulder length curly blond hair and a green headband. Pristine white trainers make you examine your own frugal shabbiness. Born out of choice.
It’s what you make of it. And so you energise a restful calm. Footsteps certainty stroll at pace towards nowhere specific, with shifting uncertainty for a companion.
An appeal of turning corners and lifting fog.
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