A Wave Away

I understand the need for solitude...a big part of me is "loner."  My walks are my time to reflect, dream, absorb, and ponder.  I love a walk on city streets but, sometimes, a walk through the park is better.  Sunday mornings have always been my favorite time for introspection and walking solo. Today, I chose the park.

Men, I don't mind walking in front of you, behind you, or beside you, on the city streets.  I don't mind if you're sitting on a bench waiting for a bus, or if you're sitting in your car waiting for someone...on the city streets.

I'm unnerved, though, if you're sitting at a picnic table (alone), in a secluded part of a park.  You have every right to be there, and maybe you're just looking for a little space for your own quiet reflection.  I get it, but I wish you could walk and ponder, rather than sit and ponder.  The path I took, meanders through the busy and the quiet, and I didn't see you until I could tell that your eyes were blue.

We made eye contact, I nodded, you didn't.  I walked faster, and waved to someone waaaay up ahead, that you couldn't see.  With hundreds of trees, you couldn't be sure, though.  I'm sorry if you just needed a little space to unwind in peace and quiet, but my instincts were telling me something different.  I've never had an imaginary friend before today, and I hope I don't have to call on her again, but it's nice that she can be just out of sight...up ahead, around the curve of a path...a wave away.