A walk in the park it is not, but it is peaceful and quiet and full of the sweet smell if honeysuckle. I leave my house and walk the quarter mile down the quiet road we live on. At the end I turn west and head for “Old River Road.” It’s about ¾ a mile past our corner. It’s an easy walk this trip down the country road, not a lot of traffic in the early morning. If I turned east I would run into my school. I choose the other direction, too soon to think about the end of summer.
It’s downhill to my turn around. My legs go faster than the rest of me. Hadley refuses to come along- says I walk too fast. I find this funny since she is almost 6 foot tall and only 19. But she tells me my legs are longer than hers and I’m always in a hurry, must have been from trying to keep up with her and her brother all those years.
I make it to the end, I turn and breathe. The hill, or hills, one small one, one steeper mock me. The first time I had to stop. Often. Maybe I do walk too fast, but I wasn’t then. I could barely trudge up the incline. Today I made it with only a short pause almost to the top of the last one, the steep one.
Finally I round the corner to our road, almost home. In our yard and a quick stop on the porch, the shoes can’t come off fast enough. My toes need to breathe, need to be free of the confines of closed toes. I hear my flip-flops calling and the final stop of my back yard. It’s going to be a beautiful day!