Project 289 - Day 140 : Twas a Dark and Blurry Morning Walk

Back to the walking today at the oh-so-desirable time of 5 a.m.

On a whim, I took a photo of Fahmi walking along one of the dark, deserted back streets of Erskineville, where we court mugging and attacks and bodily dismemberment daily (according to some of our friends, and yet we emerge completely unscathed from each and every walk). It was taken in a hurry, while still walking myself and I was going to delete it, thinking it's too blurry to be any good for anyone.

But upon reflection (this happened, as usual, in the shower after the walk), I thought that the photo in all its skewed light, blurred-lines glory accurately reflected what the world often feels like at 5 a.m. Yes, I am awake, and walking, and fully able to distinguish each and every shape, but I think deep down, or possibly just below the jaunty surface, there is a very tired person wishing he was still curled up under the doona, wistful for the days when every mouthful of food didn't seem to hurry on the sort of weight gains that the walking is now required to keep in check.

So the photo, in all it's messiness stays, an accurate reflection of a body and soul, that wants to be fit and healthy, but really wishes it could be done in the warmth and security of a bedroom, from the cold, dark lines of early morning Winter-clad suburbia.