Long Walk


Originally wrote in November of 2013 with a few 2016 edits:)

I took the express train to work. I didn’t want to be late. The express train, however, doesn’t stop at my stop. Trying to save time didn’t work out in my favor as I literally found myself on the wrong side of the tracks. I relearned two lessons that day: taking short cuts don’t always save time and lessons can be learned from mistakes.

Instead of crossing the street and getting on the right side of the track, I stepped outside the station and headed south on Broad Street. City Hall stood directly in front of me and I worked just on the other side. So I thought, “Why don’t I just walk?”

The 20 minute walk was refreshing.  As I walked, I noticed things I never noticed while driving: restauarants, museums, street art, and various buildings. As the music boomed in my ear, I meditated. I breathed the cool Fall air and with each passing minute I began to physically and methophorically peel away layers. 

City living is fast-paced and extremely taxing. One moment you’re running for the train. While on the train the concept of personal space is non existent and so is talking with an indoor voice. Voices seeping in your head from all directions and a constant flow of bodies maneuvering about. 

This walk was a much needed reprieve from it all. Although I was a few minutes late to work, my disposition was much more agreeable than if I had taken the train all the way to work.  I promised myself, from that day henceforth, to take more long walks. 

About danismelange

I enjoy writing for fun, reading, traveling, and meeting new people. I'm a mother, sister, auntie, and friend. I write what comes to my mind - its unpretentious, honest, and straight from my heart!

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