Today after lunch, I felt sleepty and unfocused, so instead of not being able to concentrate on the scientific articles, I decided to go on a walk.
There are a lot of trees in my area. And it was a windy day. November has turned cold and wet. The end of the year is seriously here now.
Walking in my rubber boots, though, I felt surprisingly light. And while I was watching an oak leaf dance in the wind on its way to its final resting place, it hit me. I hadn’t walked like this for years.
I used to go on long walks all the time. Especially the last spring of highschool. Oh, I would just walk and walk and walk. There’s something very calming about walking. With the fresh air and the very material existance of trees. It gets me out of my own head.
For some reason, though, I stopped. I got busy. Now, I only go on walks as a way to spend time with friends. Kirke, Jenny, Hanna, Jonatan – my walking partners.
I felt really good after that solo walk, though. Watching the leaves fly made my thoughts more coherent. I’ll have to remember that. The next time my head doesn’t make sense. It’s been known to happen. Occationally.
Katja Malmborg 