Walking

Early sunset autumn

Early autumn and our sun begins setting around five.

We head out for a walk before the evening chill sets in.

My youngest son and daughter walk, then run, then walk.

Youngest is speedy, fluid, fast – he loves to run but not in competitions even when asked to consider the school cross country team.  Instead running is, moving like the wind, being in the moment of freedom.

My daughter sometimes wants to catch up, to attempt to pass the speedster, but he just turns the speed on and then playfully circles back to run and walk with her.

Their Dad and I walk behind, observing the siblings chat and race, and walk, as well as having our own chat.

There are cyclists everywhere on the track, some just ‘ting, ting’ others yell out ‘bike.’

The joggers count their kilometres and listen to their plugged in music. …