At this point of the early evening, there ain’t much left. Like every other working woman; I’ve worked all day rushed to two medical appointments, went to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription, dropped a kid off, picked another up, wrote 750 words, made a gourmet meal and I now look forward to a walk in a bit to clear my head.
Once I start the habit of walking, I wonder why I ever stopped. The routine soothes as does the normal route of travel-along the shore path and through town. For a stretch of two years, I walked everyday. Nothing stopped me. A little grouchy, there were days that my husband would offer to cook supper if I just went for a walk. My hope in life is always renewed after a walk.
For weeks now, I have been thinking about going to the gym. The reality is that I am just content to walk outside. I tend to walk the same route, starting in the same location, but taking an opposite direction each day. The view remains the same, but from a different perspective. The tide changes and the light varies with the weather. Boredom is never a threat.
Tonight as I walk the path that winds along the craggy shore, I will contemplate all the good that comes and proceed through the evening content and at peace.