I’m a lucky guy. Living about 15 minutes walk from work, that’s walking, no traffic jams or people breathing down my neck in a tram or bus. It would actually take longer if I’d use public transport instead of just let my feet do the work. Let alone trying my luck by driving my car.
The morning walks are Okay. Just slipping out of the building, head still somewhere between waking up and breakfast, already geared up for yet another day of lost souls trying to use me as a bouncing board towards whatever is their success of the day. Walking too fast to actually see my surroundings.
Early evenings are magnificent. I’m taking slower steps, somehow already gearing down and kind of moseying down the way home. Not in a hurry, as all is well even if I arrive a few minutes later. And the light is always a surprise.
I was a bit late for the last bits of the week and the walk home and didn’t really look around. Got into the hallway, up in the elevator, into the apartment. Jacket off, shoes off.
Until something red caught my eye, just there, right from the balcony.
O wow! What a way to start the weekend.