*It All Started Here

Unforced Movement
Moving without trying to improve anything.

I made the decision that my thirty-third walking writing would be a path only in my community.

Not a bold decision.

But I did make the bold decision to wear different walking shoes since no trails would be involved.

Only sidewalks.

I first encountered Mike the Dog looking at me from above on his deck.

Mike’s person was there too, typing on a laptop.

He waved.

Mike barked.

I waved back to them both.

And kept going.

The temperature was Goldilocks caliber.

Not too cold.

Not too hot.

Just right.

That made me glad.

A little farther on, I saw an older couple on their deck.

The woman was typing away on a laptop.

The man was looking directly at me.

He had a very serious and suspicious look.

I recognized it immediately.

I have had that same look with anyone heading toward the dumpster by our place.

He must use it on everyone who walks by.

Though I suspect others have done annoying things below his deck before.

I kept walking.

I saw one young resident packing up a car.

Another resident, dressed in anything but walking clothes, passed me twice around the complex.

A nice long-sleeve shirt.

Nice tan pants.

Nice shoes.

I wasn’t sure why he was walking long enough to pass me twice.

He never really looked up.

I walked around toward home and saw multiple rabbits and squirrels actively doing something.

I wasn’t sure if they were working together or trying to avoid one another.

I went home.

It all started here.

Now, thirty-three walking writings later, I felt good.

I wasn’t sure if it was because of the walking.

The writing about the walking.

Or both.