I need to walk to work. Fortunately, it’s only a short 5 minute stroll around a couple blocks. It’s a cold January morning and a cool breeze is asserting its presence. I breathe in the cool air and clutch the paperback copy of Leaves of Grass. A few naked trees wave their branches at me. They’re almost intimidating without the leaves. They are no doubt hurling poetic interjections my way but I am completely oblivious. I’m not awake enough to receive their message. Maybe I should have tossed down another cup of java.
But lo and behold, I come upon my stop sign. Like a dutiful scout, I stop and look both ways. There are a few vehicles on the road. Someone is blasting Iron Maiden in a small Ford Pinto. It’s not even someone I know. I turn left to find even more wind blowing right in my face.
A dog fenced in his yard greets me with threatening barks. I try to offer a hand of friendship but he remains vigilant. I just laugh at me and wave him off. We’ll be friends eventually if I hold on to this job for any length of time. I am almost there. He is always there. I guess that’s our difference.
I can see the entrance to my warehouse. I’m 6 minutes ahead of punch in time. A final breeze goes right through me before I enter my destination. It was a decent walk so I’m hopeful the day won’t be so bad.
The Places
and people are remembered - and the setting with barkings attached :D slc
It's a nice luxury if you can
It's a nice luxury if you can walk to work