A walk to the main building at work, sometime in spring. |
Rhythm and Reverie I shifted the movement of my legs until I reached the desired rhythm of the clicking and clacking of my shoes. A smile escaped from my freshly painted lips. I glanced around as I marched through the brick-lined covered walkway. Cars of different makes, models and colors were everywhere Candent flowers adorned the many magnolia trees in their carefully planned spots. Crape myrtles towered the landscape with their showy clusters of flowers in various hues while the caladium below displayed their richly colored foliage patterned in green, white, red or pink. A number of bees and other stinging insects swarmed around the creamy, sweet-scented flowers in the bushes along the path. The emerald green sago palms commanded their own space among the many other plants. Up ahead, I saw an image of myself. As I slowed down, I reflected on the morning walk before opening the glass door of the building I wanted to immerse myself into this moment of meditation a little longer As I crossed the threshold, I tried to recapture the rhythm of my steps but now, the sound was only a voiceless music I had entered a different world! |