I think I'll walk home
instead.
Or half-way, at least.
Not because I need to become fitter.
I do.
But that, another day.
Right now,
I'll walk and walk
Till I stop figuring out
which next turn I must make.
And don't think of pending tasks either.
This time,
I'll just walk
just to walk.
This time,
it won't be a sweat.
For, this time,
there's a cold breeze.
In my city.
Of winter-less-ness.
