slowly.

I am trying to walk slowly. The kind of pace that you have to make a conscious effort to be aware of. The slower I go, the more I realize how easy it can be. Almost like I slip into the current of something that is as natural as the pitch of my voice or the color of my eyes. Maybe I’ll learn to participate in the place I occupy or the scenes I witness. The avenues and alleys and streets will be names I remember. I’ll listen to ambient music and see without well traveled thoughts. I’ve decided that I want to be here while I pass by, instead of having those be two separate things. Observe the way the light hits building covered in oxidized Latin and Spanish words, learn the artist’s names written on murals. One day, when the houses I walk by become businesses or larger scale buildings, I would try to remember what I learned when I slowed down.