June 29, 2026 by Cassandra Johnson
Going for a walk.
Taking one each day.
I was going to the gym quite often, but one of the nicest parts was walking to and from there, especially when the elements and I aligned.
Taking advantage or rather taking the opportunity of the summer sun, now, that feels a lot like traveling. I feel my circulation and aliveness, reminding me of walking in the warmed days in Medellin and Bogota, Colombia or in Middletown, Ohio off to the library. I can walk anywhere.
I am relieved my ankle healed from last month, from an unexpected twist. I imagined, back then, not being able to follow my walking plan, which at that moment was just walking overall, not needing to be every day. Finally, I am pleased to arrive at this thought that it will be each day, all the time.
I feel an inner calm, some reflective thoughts, some time to reflect on the memories of my life, traveling through places like Colombia, before I maybe contemplate visiting these places, just momentarily in my past or maybe more briefly, literally, once again.
I never know and I never know with me until my wandering drives my mind into a set, determined line, no matter how efficiently or alternatively messy it gets. I never know until I am going, going and peacefully settling into home again.