3. A walk on a pleasant day.
One of the things I do look forward to is taking a walk on a pleasant day. There is nothing like the gentle warmth of the sun caressing you while a mild breeze keeps your hair away from your face. Or mine, because I have long hair. But the breeze in your hair and on your skin keeps you cool as you walk.
Because I cannot take long or brisk walks, I am forced to walk at a slower pace than most people, with occasional pauses or periods of slowing down to almost a crawl. But, precisely because of this, I am able to luxuriate in the wind, enjoy the sunshine and see the little things that most people miss.
I love watching butterflies winging their way to flowers, birds squabbling on grassy lawns, the leaves of clover and other weeds intricately woven into lush green lawns after a rainy day. I see the minute lines and creases in the barks of trees, how all leaves on a tree are practically all the same, save for some stray vein or creased corner or different-colored spot.
I see the cracks and lines in the pavement, tiny ant hills and ant holes loosening the red earth into separate grains, insects and other creatures with unknown names and unknown number of legs scurrying, crawling, slithering, or slinking their way across your path.
I see the rich red earth, uncountable stones and pebbles and clods of soil, variations of red, maroon, brown and black…and then again, mainly red.
I see clouds in all kinds of shapes and formations. Herringbone, sheep, cotton buds and stretched cotton, spirals and lines, rows and clumps, massive towering blobs of shaving cream and fluffy bits of foam and fiber. Solid waves or sheets or cushioned.
Only some of the things I savour on a stroll on a pleasant day.