I’ve started walking again now that I have moved closer to work, and it’s more of a financial necessity since I have set up the new apartment, and skint *FLAT BROKE* as a result. Last week I walked from home to work, and I took an hour and 15 minutes. Yesterday it was 50 minutes, today walking home took an hour and 5 minutes. So I think I am achieving something. However, I do feel a little inadequate right now when I see the beautiful people in the mornings and late evenings running around the river.
They jog past the glass like water of the Swan River, wearing their Reebok shoes and special designer jogging shorts/hipster trakkies/nike/adidas you name it. Their hair is always looking neat, not a spec out of place. The women have lovely long thin legs which are waxed often by the looks of it, and disturbingly, alot of the men seem to wax their legs too…
Occasionally I’ll see the odd middleaged man puffing his way across the same pathways that I tread and visibly pull themselves up and their stomachs disappear when a young/goodlooking woman breezes past in a whiff of Impulse.
Today I thought I’d pause at the causeway. The sun was setting and the bridge was coloured prettily in orange, a change from the usual sturdy grey of the concrete. I munched an apple I had put aside, knowing I’d need energy to continue walking home, and it was in this moment of quietude that i noticed the spashing and frolicking of many fish. Brim I think, however there were other fish there.. a whole school of them.. flitting around between the rocks and shadows, the water a green/gold colour with the setting sun.
I had five minutes of peace, no healthy cyclists, or puffing blonde women with perfect hair. Just the rush of peakhour traffic clipping over the bridge, and the fish. I contemplated nothing, just stared into the water, losing myself for a moment or two. I wish all my afternoons were like that.
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