Saturday Morning Walk


Today, I went for a walk in a neighborhood that is not mine. The sun was shining, the humidity was low, and there was a cool breeze making it an almost perfect morning. I watched cardinals flit from tree to tree and squirrels scurry in their pursuit of berries and nuts. Children rode bikes and blew bubbles in their driveways, laughing with an abandon that only children have. Fellow walkers and joggers smiled and waved as they passed. Gardeners asked, “How are you today?” and, “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” as I walked by their homes.


My only worries this morning were, my failure to put on sunscreen, and if I was going to clean the kitchen when I returned home or put it off until later today (I put it off).


I did not worry about being stopped by a self-appointed neighborhood watch. I did not worry about slurs being hurled at me. I did not worry about someone thinking I was casing the neighborhood or their house. I did not worry about being told I do not belong. I did not worry about having to prove my citizenship. I did not worry about the police being called.