Firstly, that walking helps me clear my mind. Much like the shower, or washing the dishes, I can think most clearly when taking long walks. By myself, with music ringing through my headphones, even while texting. I am utterly brilliant. Still working on being able to “walk and chew gum at the same time,” though.
Secondly, I see the most amazing things while walking alone. Or perhaps I just appreciate normal things more. A haunting smell in the air, the glow of lights, the beauty of the world around me. The poetry in everything is easier for me to observe when I’m alone.
And lastly, I like being alone. I really do. I don’t have to worry about pleasing anyone, so the possibilities are endless. Like the day before Christmas, when the above photo was taken. I could go into any shop, turn down any street, even take myself out for coffee. I could take a train, a bus, or keep walking and keep feeling limitless.
It reminded me of one of my favourite scenes from Sex and the City:
That is my dream. That is my destiny. And I think that may even be my reality:
I mean, I do have a way with a ridiculous hat.