Promenade

Noon's sun couldn't be stronger as it shined on the field, and yet, it wasn't so hot that I couldn't bear to walk.

I gazed over the wheat stems still green. I marched toward the large olive tree standing at the top of the hill. There I would find my prize, a bit of shade under the spring sun.

My walk to the olive tree atop the hill was cut short when a cricket jumped in front of me, greeting me with its lovely song. I crouched to see the critter in action, but something about me intimidated it and it jumped away.

I stood up, watching it jump from one leave to another, further and further away until I lost sight of it entirely. The sun shone ever so strongly, but the heat was undercut when a cool spring breeze blew.

It was all I needed to keep going with my only companion: the sound of wheat rattling, undercut by the song of more crickets from afar.   

Reaching the olive tree, I sat down under the shade, listening to the sound of spring all around me, another breeze blew by leaving an odor of freshness to my surroundings. 

A bird chirped from above, before flying away once it's gaze met mine.

My mind wandered over work, over life, over the noise of the city that can still be heard in my mind. I knew that all of that shouldn't matter right now, but how could it not? Aren't I here running away from it? 

Another bird landed on the tree above. It sang so carefreely as it cleaned its beak with the branches. 

Perhaps I am simply too tired to let myself rest and refresh, perhaps the weight of my own life isn't something I can throw away with a walk in the field, perhaps it was meaningless for me to come here today.

It doesn't really matter though, the view looks perfect from up here.