Going For a Walk

After lunch it was time for a walk. Where we are near the lake there's some beach and some little wooded park areas, all good for walking in or around. I can never remember the actual name of the twisting street that takes you down to Lake Drive but if North Avenue went all the way to the Lake, I could have taken that and gotten to the same area. So thereish.

It was a nice enough day that we weren't alone as we walked along the sidewalk but it wasn't nice enough for it to be crowded. The air was cool but the sun provided that hint of warmth that was most enjoyable. We strolled mostly in silence, commenting blandly on the things around us. It was a post-lunch conversation. Those should never be too complicated.

I enjoy walking and am aware that I don't do it enough. I can use all the exercise I can get. On my own I tend to walk at a quick pace. Here with Sarah Jean, I had to modify my step to match her slower pace. This wasn't as easy as I expected. She would slow down and speed up, apparently at random, meaning sometimes I'd gotten ahead of her and would have to slow down or whatever. I began to wonder if it was one of those subtle tests that women will do to men, some sort of 'how will he walk with me?' thing. Further investigation of the situation led me to put less faith in this possibility. She seemed too distracted for this to be intentional. Unless that was part of the test. It could have been.

Once we reached Veterans Park, I led us into it. The park was large enough to ramble around in but no so big that you could get lost in it. It would also allow as to approach the lake if we were so inclined. In the park, we would likely be more alone without being 'alone', if that makes any sense.

Veterans Park isn't heavily wooden but it has trees and shrubbery. It's one of those parks that often gets used for events, so it's very open in design. It's green enough to be relaxing but paved enough that you can walk without stumbling over uneven ground if you desire.

When we were in the park proper and mostly away from others, Sarah Jean changed the subject to serious again. “I think I need to tell you more about what happened.”

“You don't need to tell me anything you don't want to tell me,” I expressed.

“No, I think I do,” she answered. “I think if I tell you more about what happened, then you'll better understand why I feel the way I do.”

“If you're sure.”

She nodded. “I think I'm sure.”

“Well, that's a start anyway.”