Reflective

I take a walk almost every day now. I wrote a little about it the other day, but I felt like writing about it again today. It has become something I look forward to. I was never much of a fitness type, so having a positive response to any kind of exercise is a big thing for me.

I walk in a different direction each day. Lately, I have been walking around where I work, which is between the downtown area and some of the older neighborhoods. The streets are laid out in a north-south east-west grid, giving me a wide variety of routes to choose from. If I head west, I go into downtown, east is where the big, expensive houses are.

Although I mostly keep a steady pace, I do stop and take pictures. It is a constantly changing landscape. Even though I walk many of the same streets over and over, I am often surprised by something I had never noticed before--a reflection in a window, a piece of urban art, the placement of a sign. I see lots of different people. None of them know me, and none of them ask me how things are going.

Most of the pictures I take on these walks are posted in another journal--one that I started a long time ago but never did anything with. No one reads it, which is fine with me. Every once in a while I'll post words--things I don't want to say here. Things that don't sound like the loving husband of a cancer victim bravely struggling deacon who is holy, etc..

Carrying that sign around my neck all the time wears me down.
Know what I mean?

Before the deluge