City Love:

Stupidly, yesterday, I took an extremely long walk home.

Thirty minutes from the train station. It never used to feel that long, but I suppose since I was going at snail's pace, I could've stretched the time.

It was drizzling, too. Then again, that's a merit. It's been ages since I've taken long walks (ever since I went on to college and stopped walking home from school, ha ha) in the rain, skipping over puddles, slipping on wet concrete, listening to the roaring of cars passing me by.

People should always walk. Everywhere.

I felt a strange sense of euphoria. Mixed with triumph and contentment and acceptance. I have no idea what the heck it was, but it was there. It's nice to stop everything for 30 minutes and lose myself in a foreign housing estate that I was trying to cut through to get home.

Not the brightest of persons directionally, but I can assure you that it was great fun. Everyone should get lost all the time.

I've actually nothing much to say about my thoughts during the journey home, because, thankfully, I wasn't thinking of much this time. Just silence and rain and concentrating on finding my way.

It's good.