Walk from the station
His feet
aches from the work of walking the previous day. It had been therapeutic expending
energy with his daughter.
Now he was
alone again. She was travelling south, and he would venture east.
Tiredness
crept in as he sat on the bench. The sounds of traffic and voice and city noise
still prominent in the background.
Purpose.
What was his purpose. Sure, there was work, a family he would sacrifice for,
wife, children, and colleagues who were relying on him.
But what
was His purpose?
Clouds now
brought a chill to the noon spring day in Hyde Park
People
moving, walking, strolling, running
Dogs
sniffing, wagging, smiling
Workmen,
gardeners toiling
Many
purposes
Alone with
time on his side
All of the
purposes that existed in him faded
Quiet non
urgency opened up a void of observed emptiness
Hunger for
lunch, he smiled, was a growing purpose!
He began to
walk again
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