Theraputic Walks

I thought about venting my anger out through blip, but I can pretty much sum it up in one phrase, "Fuck the System." I hate to use that sort of language here on blip but, hey, free speech and, seriously, I really mean what I say.

Well, as the title of my blip states, walks are therapy. I just took a hot bath, got dressed, and went on a wonderful wonderful walk.

The sun is setting, the birds are chirping.
As I walk down a side street, no cars pass me by.
It's just me and nature.
I stop to photograph a cat, but instead captured six of them.
Their eyes glow as I forget to turn the flash off.
I take many pictures of trees, flowers, and the setting sun.
As I walk through an intersection a swarm of birds flies overhead.
The sound of their wings flapping is all I hear.
It's beautiful; the sound follows me along my walk.
I circle the block but the sound of the birds doesn't escape me.
As I turn the corner, I know my walk has come to a close.
The birds have all found a place to rest for the night and so must I.