that walk

Lately the weather here has been beautiful so getting out and finding my time has been effortless. It feels sometimes like the house pushes me out. Tells me to go on. Stay gone. Mornings these days I get impatient and always seem the days start too early. At 6am this neighborhood answers its alarm clock. People for whatever reason will start the day likely the same way they’ve ended the previous one. Talking and socializing. Not all neighborhoods are like this here. Our last one the people kept to themselves. When I left then the lady running the hair salon next to us was cleaning up. Sweeping the shop. Getting ready. The small store had kids and adults needing things. The thing missing was the forever talk. We lived on a paved road then and the homes were apart and secluded. Security fences and privacy curtains kept what we did private. I liked that. Walking meant going in a variety of directions but most always I ended at Time Coffee and talked with the owner, shared music on her…

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