I went for an afternoon walk, an exercise of body & mind.
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| There is NEVER just ONE path. |
Thought I'd cross through the fields on my way home. as usual I got lost.
The green fields had mostly turned yellow in the sun, with spurts of purple flowers here & there.
I knew roughly my exit was a diagonal cut across, so that's what I attempted.
There's a lot of football pitches in the fields & clumps of trees & bushes... and the rest is unattended grass & reeds with countless small walking trails cutting through everywhere, criss-crossing themselves.
So I took one path, then swapped to another & so on was my tactic, I was in no rush.
The further I trekked the more I realised just how unkempt the grass has become.. for the most part it was taller then me... it felt like I was walking through a dry sea [the Dothraki Sea anyone?], That in itself was really quite surreal, everywhere I looked was this tall yellowing grass & in the distance trees & purple flowers, i felt isolated but in a good way.
Then out of nowhere this cute little puppy runs past, a distant voice started calling 'Hector, come back Hector' he wasn't listening, he was in his own little world as well. - Hi Hector.
I looked to the greying sky to see a flying creature of rippling crimson, orange & yellow, flying fire... too big & colourful for a local bird; A dragon was my first excited thought - where had my sense gone?!!? I slowly started to walk towards it.. it was a kite of course, but the knowledge didn't stop the magic.
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| How many colours do you REALLY see? |
I was coming to another crossroads, with a flat field to one side. on the edge of the filed a broken tree lay, contrasting grey in amongst the green & yellow... an old couple was sitting on the tree.. they were eating cup cakes, laughing as only i thought young lovers could.
I watched them awhile. I knew it was intruding but I don't think they minded.. they were being, well human, showing me, well what humans do...
Eventually I come to the edge & a road, a lot further down from my usual exit but alas it was an end nonetheless... as soon as I stepped on the asphalt I was back in East London...
I make a habit never too look back, but I know what I saw was real & yet how I saw it maybe not...
It's not about how the world sees you, It's about how YOU see the world...
** Note photos used where not from said walk, but others in different times & places.
