Slow walk 0

Slow walk


This afternoon I walked slowly into town. I had plenty of time and there was no reason to hurry. A girl, a young woman, walked past me and soon disappeared around the corner ahead.

The age of this girl was immaterial. She could have been eighty and would still probably have walked faster than me. I have come to accept this. It is no longer a problem. Never was really. More a bemusement.

Later I walked slowly back up the hill. Did not stop for breath. Paced it. Anne and John had already returned from the school run when I got home. We had a cup of tea.


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