Alone
I always enjoy walking a street with a companion. It seems as I have been getting closer to the end, most of my days have been filled with people joining me on my walks. However thinking back over the last 7 months, I would estimate that I walked about 90% of the streets alone.
As I was walking alone done Webb Cliff Drive this morning, I passed a solitary chair in a hidden grove next to an apartment building. The chair was angled towards the horizon where the sun sets, and there was an ashtray on the ground. I pictured someone smoking a cigarette and reflecting on their day, alone in their thoughts. Quiet reflection can have it benefits, and perhaps this place of solitude is just what a resident of Webb Cliff Drive needs to reset and refresh.
I was also interested to walk this street this morning to see if the name of the street lived up to the topography. Webb Cliff Drive did, as it runs along a cliff (or perhaps a steep hill) just south of the railroad tracks that bisect Lakewood. I snapped a pic of a staircase that cuts up the “cliff” from West Clifton. One of my oddities is I tend to count stairs when I walk them – and there are 20 here. From now on any time I drive down West Clifton and underneath the railroad tracks I will glace to the right and remember that quiet thinking place up the hill on Webb Cliff Drive.
