Yesterday I walked. Woke up tired, an aching tired resonating deep, and restless. So I walked. Locked the apartment, leaving its shadows and solitude, decending the steps to the outside, with busy streets and people filled sidewalks, turned and walked.
I walked one way, then turned and walked another. I had no map to guild me back if I were lost and not enough language skills to allow me to ask where I was. I knew not where I was going but it seemed my free were never satisfied. Hours, just navigating the streets blind. I was glad I decided to wear my tennis shoes though I was wearing a sundress. My stomach growled but I kept on. My calves ached and my thrighs burned, but I kept walking, wandering, seeking something I didn't know. My callouses on my feet were getting blisters and my blisters were callousing, as if my body was protesting but my feet refused to hear its cries. Yet I kept walking. Not knowing where I wanted to go or what I was running from.
No one bothered me. The benefits to having brown hair and brown eyes. I blend in almost anywhere, not that I particularly look Italian, per say, but I don't stand out. So no one bothered me. Perhaps they did think me Italian. Perhaps they just didn't care.
And I kept walking. Past the cars and vespas. Past men sitting under restaurant awnings enjoying words and a glass of vino. Past waitresses and butchers and cashiers sitting on their respective store's thresholds savoring the slow moments of their smoke breaks. Past the child filled strollers pushed by women, or the men playing soccer. I could feel their eyes, but I kept on by, looking for something.
My feet finally found themselves at the top of this hill, over looking the city with building large and loaming as if they could devour people now as small as a child's hand, nestled at the base of large rolling mountainous hills. The red orange roofs like a permenant sunset, and the white walls holding them up as innocent as a Sunday morning. And people with thought moving around, but so tiny that you couldn't see them.
I stood there, seeing this and breathing. Then turned around, and walked back.
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