nature blurb

the sky was a light grey, the night still young, as i walked out on the road at a mere 7:30pm. it had been raining practically all day - the sun only making an appearance for a couple of hours in the morning. this walk was not taken out of want, i had been forced by my parents to walk behind them as they began their new nightly jogging routine for the summer.

as i walked alone, with them farther ahead, i realized how relaxing it was, though. all i felt like i needed was my headphones with some sad songs playing through them and everything would have been that much more calming.

the road was still damp with the downpour and the leaves piled high in the ditches i walked past that were muddy and wet from the clay and dirt driveways lining the edges of the pavement. the open passage to the woods on the hill was filled with clay and water, just sitting there stagnant, and i wondered if it led to an actual creek or not.

the sun was gone off somewhere and there was no chill or heat in the air, and my quiet, slow walking pace took me to the end of our road a little longer than it maybe should have. i wouldn't admit to my parents that i had been somewhat calmed by this little outing but i had been.

i thought about simple things as i walked. i thought about New Jersey, i thought about music, i thought about the drought i had been experiencing with songwriting lately. i wondered if i would get any inspiration from this walk. turns out, when i arrived back at home, i grabbed a pencil and a notebook and jotted down two stanzas for a song.

i also thought about my surroundings. our neighborhood is just one simple road, with a couple of curves that barely lasts a mile - and our house is right at the dead end, just to the left. there isn't as much scenery here as the last house we lived in, but it works. it's still nature and the greenery around is still just as beautiful even if i am one of those people who don't like the outdoors. 

summer is here and although i enjoy winter much more than i ever will summer, this walk was nice. just the shank of the evening, no heat from the grey blanket hovering over the sun - it makes a good combination. when winter comes again it'll be dark by 5:30pm. but i love it anyway.

i don't think too much about nature because i'm a bookworm and a musician and i find myself huddled in my covers (even in 100 degree weather) a lot, imagining the places in books and feeling out rhythms though music and spending time in my head. 

a change is good every now and then, though. maybe last night's change will help me more than i think it will.

who knows?

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allyxo