Walks of solace
I’m taking my occasional walks through the park to get home, a habit which I only cultivated when I was still in school. I only do this when the weather is good and when it hasn’t gotten dark yet.
It’s a route familiar yet I have no memories made here.
But yet, when I’m taking my walks, a multitude of thoughts form and before I can pen them down, I would have already gotten home, and I would resume my usual activites.
These walks of solace.