I like walking. It gives me a good opportunity to let my mind wander, and yet I can feel as if I'm not completely wasting time. Nothing particularly noteworthy crossed my mind for most of the walk home, but as I turned the corner onto my street from the main drag, I started to reflect on how familiar sights get relegated to the background of our consciousness.
For instance, I realized I never really noticed before that the corner of my curb is actually paved in red brick, rather than the more standard grey concrete slabs that make up the rest of the sidewalk. The effect was actually kind of striking; I was surprised I'd failed to notice it until now. Pondering that, I started making an effort to take in the details around me. Was this fence always green? Maybe it's been freshly painted...it seems a lot brighter than I ever remember it being. And my God...how long since I've been to that little grocery on the corner? Has it actually closed down? Holy crap! Wait a second...wasn't this parking lot further up the street?
I appear to have turned down the wrong corner. I live the next block over.