I used to go on long walks; walks with no purpose or destination they were just walks that went on for as long as I could stand it and then I’d turn around and go back home.
For some reason, I haven’t been doing that so much lately, which is a shame seeing as how I’m still not very familiar with the area. Today, I went for a long walk.
I walked down Arlington and down Faneuil and along Washington until I ran into the Mass Pike.
I saw a Pentecostal Church, preacher’s words muffled behind concrete walls, but I could still hear God being praised.
I saw flowers, in the shape of starburst puffs, dark, deep purple.
I saw old houses, paint faded and cracked and high rounded towers and gates, fresh painted black.
I saw strange trees alive with bees and small white flowers.
I walked and I saw and I thought and I continued to walk and I wouldn’t have stopped except for that rushing river of cars cutting me off.