Walking

Walking down a road. Could be any road.
Beautiful day. Sun is out, but a few clouds
provide a nice shade.

I'm thinking. Not unusual, as that is what I
do most.

Cogito, ergo sum.

I think, therefore I am. Descartes, I think.

See ? I think. A lot. Some say too much.

Yet, I digress....where was I ?

Ahh, yes...this day. At my leisure I stroll.

10 years after the bombs, I still think.

I am.

Simple, yet beautiful.
If only real life were so easy.

Well met, Accessdenied.

Simple ? I guess, in a Freudian way. Not my intention.

Beautiful ? Possibly. My intent was the thoughts of the
person walking.

Can life be easy for a person, alone for 10 years ?

I really wanted to provoke thought about the situation.

I thank you for your response.

TW