Walk, walk, walking...On my own

A breath of fresh air in a secluded area of empty space

A hot ray of sunshine above the greenest trees on the hill

And a subtle walk, a peaceful chat, followed by two souls,

Holding hands.

We are out there

In between those trees, taking a break from the car we just driven in

From the station you just picked me up from.

The rush of anxiety sits inside of my heart

I haven’t been feeling myself that day.

I wasn’t even nervous, but the exhaustion was present within my body.

I remember that day because I recall how grateful I was whilst looking around me

The size of that park, the amount of empty natural space around us gave me so much freedom

I felt at peace but so in my head.

The sun was about to settle down as we were heading towards your house.

The little streets were filled with people and couples holding hands

But it wasn’t too busy

The light felt like the one out of a fairy tale -

Golden, soft and warm.

A little wind swirled in between our bodies,

Reminding me that all of this was real

Because every moment I spent with you felt surreal

Too peaceful

Too good to be real.

Book of Walking

Central Saint Martins Open Studios
December 2022