# 011 Of Walks and Solitude

I am enjoying long walks these days. Today I went alone. Nowhere far, just around my neighbourhood, but it was nice. It was one of the rare times I went by myself; usually I’m accompanied by my mother and then a neighbour or two join/s us.

I took my time, just breathing in all the loveliness around me. It was slightly grey, the sky overcast with dark clouds threatening to pour at any moment. And the breeze that was blowing smelt of rain - that pure, cleansing scent that I love. The tall, tall trees towered above me, creating a canopy which I walked under - something that made me feel ensconced and comforted. The sound of (dead) leaves crunching under my shoes was like a friendly accompaniment to the rhythmic thudding of my brisk footsteps.

Unfortunately, I couldn't catch a glimpse of the friendly neighbourhood (not Spiderman) kingfisher perched on its usual branch. It usually sat there, overlooking the small river with its sharp, beady eyes, swooping in at the right moment to grab a fish, its bright blue wings spread wide. When it takes flight, its as if a gem of the brightest blue is darting about amidst the leaves - an utterly magnificent scene. If I'm driving, I usually stop the car and watch, and it never fails to mesmerise. But today, it was just me, the breeze and the friendly neighbourhood (nope, not Spiderman) dogs.

The solitude was gratifying. I needed it. I think everyone needs some alone time, sort of to recharge one's batteries. And I recharged mine today.

Being lonely is no fun. But being alone...it sure felt good.