A Surreal Walk

Yesterday, I decided to get up off my skinny arse.

I did some work in the morning, as it needed doing and was pleased to be able to do it efficiently.

I also decided that I should go for a walk.  It is easy to get in the habit of not getting out when the weather is bad.

The weather yesterday was very mixed.  There were blue skies but heavily interspersed with threatening clouds and it was also blowing a gale outside.

I wanted to get to the shops at the top of the road and also drop a letter off to the doctor for Kitten.  This entailed taking a route that completed a square.

I started off walking on a path between two parks at the back of my house.  The sun was shining through a gap in the clouds but the effect was one of strobing from my left hand side.  Meanwhile the golden autumn leaves were "barrelling" towards me along the path.  They looking like a flock of golden birds flying one foot off the ground and completed a pleasant landscape.  All this was accompanied by the sound of Om whilst plugged in to my iPod.

When I cleared the parks the walk was simple enough until I got to the end of the road to turn left.

Just before I got to the corners I was sucked into an autumn leaf tornado.  They were circling ferociously around me and I had to stop and pick one out of my ear.  Turning left I felt the full force of the wind and it was actually quite hard to walk up the road to the doctor's though I hasten to add that I wasn't hanging onto a tree with my legs up in the air!

After stopping for a well-earned breather at the doctor's I continued up the hills and had my "eye out" just in case I got clobbered by a flying sign; they were rattling around by the shops like someone standing there banging pots and pans together.

Then, as I turned left again everything was calm again and the sun was my friend.  The only reminder of the disturbances was the quickly circling sign outside a garage in the distance at the point to which I was heading for the shops.

The weather was the same the whole way road but the experience was different as I turned each corner.  The metaphor was not lost on me.