thoughts of last friday this friday

I try to step out at least once during the work day. I feel that I benefit from the fresh city air and I adore watching the passers-by. Last Friday, I set out on my mid-day lunch like I sometimes do and asked myself if I could really walk to the nearest art museum, about 8 blocks or so away, run in and up to the third floor and sit with a piece or two of medieval art for a minute and then head back to work. All this in my given lunch hours. There was a chill in the air as I started out but as I walked and my blood began to circulate I took the day for what it really was, a clear, beautiful October day. It is fascinating to spend time walking in any city I think. To notice the buildings, the new ones compared to the old. The people scurrying about. The construction workers creating traffic jams. Walking gives you a totally different perspective. I got to the museum, a tiny bit exhausted but excited of the idea of stopping in the museum just for a few to clear my head and see some beautiful things. I got there, walked in and up to the medieval section, prayed that the security guard who must have lost out on a job for a tour guide, wouldn't corner me and lead me to a statue of the museum's founder like he did last time and then began to look. No I didn't look for hours. Time wouldn't allow me but I did wander around the galleries for about 10 good minutes. When I thought I should head out and start my walk back to work, I felt refreshed, cleansed if you will. I had never done something like that in the middle of the work day and it felt reallly good.