It is an odd thing these days.
Everyday i am glad to walk 3 miles round trip,
and everyday at the half way point,
i am momentarily irritated that i have walked way out here,
and now i must walk back.
Silly man. Ha!
Everyday, i think, i could just not walk so far,
and everyday i imagine how disappointed i would be
to allow myself to be cheated by my laziness.
Everyday i am glad to leave on foot,
and everyday i am glad to get back,
and everyday, i have the same silly conversation with myself,
even if it is just fleeting.
Silly man! Ha!

c