Walking Around

Blue is the color of love. Blue is the color of water. Blue is the color of the day. Blue is the color of blood.

I sit and look at the her veins, and they are blue.The blood flows, according to science, through the body at a rate of three-four miles per hour--walking speed.
Most days, I find myself walking around town. I enjoy the solace that it gives me. As if its just me and my body, all in one fell swoop, one stride, one movement. It relaxes me. It exhausts me. Walking around. We have been told that the that average live expectancy is around 81 for women in the US, Except when its not. She is 63. She was so full of life only eight months ago, we were at the a beach house, with family enjoying the sun,sea and air. We made love.She had just been told that she had lung cancer a few days before. But it was said in such a way as to make her believe that it would be held in check---immunotherapy is the latest, it didn't work, but it did give her some hope, for a short while, so there is that.

she walks with me On the beach and smiles. She is so naive, about people , motivations. I remember coming home from work one Saturday and having two guys sitting in the front room with her--sales guys, who told her they would wait until I got home so they could sell there wares, I had already met with them once, and told them most definately--get lost. They decided to come again and somehow she let them in. I chased them off. Walking around.When I asked her why she let them in, she just said " they seemed nice" . Walking around