A Walk in the Park

The cold breeze, the gentle drizzle, the dull grey clouds, the unfamiliar greenery, red flags fluttering. The silent walk of a lonely man. He walked into the greenlands for he had nothing else to do. He moved slowly, stopping to take pictures. He walked until his memory card was full and when he turned back, what seemed claustrophobic and dull now looked magnificent. The place acquired new meaning. He realised that every place you had been in the past, every person you have know, they all seem beautiful from a distance in the future. Retrospection was simply a filter to weed out bad memories and means to cherish the struggles and triumphs and to forget failures and sadness.The past was not something to hold on to and the size of adversity was not something to ponder about.From afar what he needed to do seemed more within reach.He deleted some old pictures, took newer ones and then walked back home with a resolve, which wouldnt last too long. But atleast it gave him new strength to take on the world. A world with unfamiliar greenery, red flags and a tongue he knew nothing about.