The Walk

There were lots of people running, walking, doing sit ups in the park. As each person passed by I noticed their sweaty brow, their frowns of concentration and pain, and their glazed eyes as they stared past me.

As I walked along the weathered broadwalk and noticed the first rays of sunlight glistening off the harbour there was only one other person who made eye contact with me. She was young, blonde and beautiful, her face alight with her stunning smile. I smiled back and then glanced down at her naked feet.

Like two naughty school girls wagging Phys Ed class we had both independently kicked off our shoes and declared that walking barefoot was the ultimate way to start the day.