Day 1: Go on a Walk
I have a favorite trail not far from my home that sneaks by a creek and through some trees. On some days it is packed with bikers and dog walkers, but this afternoon I encountered just a smattering of stragglers searching for the sun on this first day of February.
Five miles later that damn fabulous orb and some upbeat tunes lifted my mood. I hummed along with Barry Manilow (yes, I’m a Fanilow), skipped to Hall & Oates’ “Rich Girl,” and even danced a little as the B-52’s sang about their “Love Shack.”
Everyone needs to believe it’s a “Beautiful World,” even as it spins into oblivion. “Perhaps this is as good as it gets,” Colin Hay crooned as I breathed in the cold air. “My, my, my it’s a beautiful world.”
Someday soon I will drive back to the warm beach, sit on the sand, and my only thoughts will be when to walk down to the Pink Pony for a fruity drink, but for now my chilly walks soothe and remind me to enjoy these simple moments, and to crank the volume when I get back in the car so I can harmonize with Prince as he screams, “Let’s go crazy!”