I love to go walking. I think my love of walking came from my mother. My mother and I would take walks every evening, after dinner, just before it got too dark. We would walk, sans phone because this was the early 2000s, and just enjoy nature. We would admire the trees and plants in the yard, wave hello at the neighbors, and breathe in the fresh air.
When I studied abroad in Germany in college, I had to walk everywhere. Rather than creating a hatred for this underrated sport, I learned to love it more.
I was in Berlin, where most people walk or bike everywhere. If it’s too far to walk or bike, then they take the u-bahn (the subway). I loved being able to just walk from place to place instead of relying on taxis or cars to get around. I loved not having to wait impatiently at the traffic stop, waiting for it to turn green. And finally, I loved the freedom of walking, and feeling so accomplished after going somewhere on my own two feet.
Now, as a mother, I am determined to allow my children to enjoy the benefits of walking. I want them to be able to breathe the fresh air and see the natural scenery that exists around us. I want them to be able to smell the flowers and feel the grass beneath their toes. I want them to stretch their legs and exercise. I want them to learn to enjoy something as simple as walking, not only as a form of exercise, but as a fun family past time.
These past few weeks, we have been taking walks in the evenings, after dinner, and right before it gets too dark. I strap the baby into his stroller trike and we walk after the four year old wearing her Frozen helmet and riding her pink scooter.
I’m going to document in pictures the things that we saw on our walk in our neighborhood today. I hope that this will encourage you to not only take walks but to enjoy the beauty that exists right in your immediate surroundings.
I am so thankful that we live here, surrounded by all of this beauty. There are so many trees and flowers. We even saw a frog nestled into a crevice on the playground structure.
But what was most surprising was finding a briefcase propped up against a stop sign on the sidewalk. For a moment, I was flabbergasted. I thought these kinds of things only happened in books or the movies.
It’s not the best looking briefcase. It’s old, black, and dirty. There’s a lock on it, so it may very well be locked. As I sit here writing this, I’m wondering what’s in it. Perhaps it’s clothes. Perhaps it’s money. Or perhaps it’s empty. Wouldn’t that be a laugh?
What would you do if you came across a briefcase in the middle of the road?