Random Walk
Yesterday I took a random walk. I had no purpose in mind or specific direction planned, just a spontaneous trek in whatever direction my feet carried me. I like to take such walks now and then, where thoughts can easily be lost in the surroundings, and no attention is given to time or destination. Such random walks have a spiritual way, almost like a meditative state where the senses become reawakened.
The sun was shining in my face and sweat dripping from my pores, but it felt good. The occasional soft breeze was cool and refreshing. I found myself looking at trees, seeing images within the branches. Watching palm trees dance and sway to their own beat. Hearing hollow creaks of music from bamboo, with baby birds chirping overhead. I marveled at the radiant colors of the flowers and the blue of the sky. I admired the intricate details in the fallen leaves, and rubbed my hands against the various textures of trees.
I picked a tangerine and sat in the shade of a large banyan. The juice from the fruit was sweet, and my tastebuds reacted as if it was the first tangerine I had eaten. In each direction that I turned, I was reminded of all the beauty that surrounds me. Random walks have a pleasing and gentle way of reminding.