I stopped walking because I kept developing a pain in my right shin, which would ache so severely I'd be almost crippled in agony by the time I'd got home. I tried to push through it, "Don't be such a fucking pussy," I could hear ever personal trainer, sporty type, in the world saying to me telepathically. I know that is true, but I just couldn't seem to push through it, the pain just got worse. But lately, I have been walking Buddy and I realised that I didn't get a pain walking him, him stopping at every lamp post withstanding. So, I have decided to start walking again, taking it down a notch in its intensity and adding music for something to distract me from thinking about my leg.
So today was the first day and a lovelier one I could not have picked.
Jumping Jack Flash got me walking up Gertrude Street. I love that intro, that riff is unmistakable. If ever you want to get moving... (I often say that Freddie Mercury was the greatest rock and roll singer this world has ever seen, but really the greatest rock and roll singer this world has ever seen is still alive and he is still rocking baby) The sun and the blue sky and the people, the colour and the movement and the perfect day, it felt like the opening to a movie playing out in my ears and in front of my eyes. Or, maybe, it was a music video? It was hard not to dance at the lights.
I was the observer, all I could really feel was my feet touching the ground, as the containment of the 360 degrees of sound kept me removed and safely in my own world. I was looking in from outside, walking through. Walking into the bright sun, heading west, it was like walking into a new story. This is where we begin. A brave new world.
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