It looks like summer has finally arrived.
It’s finally warm here in Edmonton—hot even. And I’m loving it.
I’m walking a lot. Especially since I now work downtown, I walk everywhere. I walk on my lunch break. I walk on my coffee breaks (when I take coffee breaks). I walk to check the office mail at the PO box down the block.
In all of my walking, I’ve started to realize that the city is a nice place to be. At least, parts of it are.
I used to view the city more or less as an obstacle course to be crossed as I went between Point A and Point B. Now, the city is a place. It’s a place to spend time and to enjoy. I walk for fun. I sit and enjoy public spaces.
I don’t have much to say about it at this point. I haven’t given it any sort of philosophical thought at this point. I’ve just noticed it and figured I’d post about it.
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yet you never walk to meet me for lunch. or to bring me flowers. or chocolates.
1. You work far away. Far enough that it’s a stupidly long walk, at least.
2. What do you think I am, made of food, flowers, and chocolate? Because, I’m not. Although, that could be cool…as long as people didn’t try to eat me.
3. LULZ