alleyways
By Suzanna de Ridder
16 October 2008
It's one of those days. Those days when the world has to spin without you for a while, because you're not available. Today, you're in the world inside your head, where even the simplest things are objects of beauty.
Today, recover your walking shoes from the depths of your closet and start. Start walking, any odd way, as long as you walk, and avoid the main streets. Today it's alleyways, and train tracks, and trails through parks with foliage so vibrant it's like walking through a red, orange and green kaleidoscope.
Today, the people walking by are all gracious beings. There might be a legless panhandler who has no tongue and talks like a pirate; even he radiates sunlight.
Maybe you're listening to music, oozing out of your headphones and into the world, surrounding your body and hugging your thoughts like a snug sweater. Feet step to the melody, your heart is on your sleeve and every passerby can see it beat.
Walk the streets of your city like this for a day, every few weeks, out of this world and yet part of the chaos.
Me, I take photos of my walks. They help me remember.
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