The scenes around me start to shift,
and my senses open before me.
I usually walk whilst listening to music but today I say no.
I leave my headphones at the bottom of my bag and I walk
There are no distractions for me now
I am fully aware
I can feel the wind on my skin, the vibrations of the trains underneath the street I stand upon, the leaves crunching as they sweep across the ground.
I can hear the conversation between the businessman and his lover, he brushes hair behind her ear and kisses her quickly before he runs back to work. I can hear the workmen across the street wolf whistling at the young girls who walk past them and the one workman who sits away from the group eating his lunch in peace. He seems nice.
A siren can be heard every ten minutes, a car horn every two.
I start to wonder how much more have I not seen? How much more have I not heard?
It's refreshing to be left alone with my own thoughts and a wide street before me
I keep walking from traffic light to traffic light, making my way to the water
I visit the museum and eat ice-cream on the grass where I close my eyes and take deep breaths in.
I want to take more pictures but part of me just wants to see for once, to really see, to leave the camera in my bag and use my eyes rather than my lens
I sit by the Opera House and observe the tourists coming and going. They all are so happy and excited to be here. They hold their selfie-sticks in the air and embrace one another. A little community I miss very much.
I start to wanderlust and dream and suddenly the scene before me transforms into an unfinished painting with little men and women hustling about on bicycles in Amsterdam, street vendors cooking their hotdogs in New York City, next to them in Paris I can see the old man selling fresh bread on the corner from the shop that his papa left to him. I can almost smell the baguettes sitting in the window.
I awake from my dreams from the sounds of the ferries docking into the quay. My skin feels warm, slightly red, and my mouth tastes dry. It's time to go home.
I walk to the station and say goodbye to the city I spent my day alone in.
But I wasn't really alone. I was aware and simultaneously connected with everything and everyone around me...
...which in fact was as far from alone as one could get.