Not just walking

12:08 de la noche... llegue a mi casa caminando desde las Brisas... me siento UGH!... pero bien aqui estoy con una palabara un tanto... ¿esperada? ¿repetitiva? comosea... aqui vamos de nuevo.

Palabra de Jessica: Wandering

She was moving. Not too fast, not to slow... maybe a bit slower than everyone else, but that was fine with her. She was not a fast walker, nor she wanted to for that matter. She liked to walk in her own way, step by step, not in a hurry, not slowly. Just step by step. Losing some time and wondering where would she end up next.
Going around nowhere, but having in mind somwhere. Maybe through the shadows of the night, or just below the shades of trees. Maybe between familiar territory, or looking for something new. Maybe trough the time, or looking behind in memories. Getting lost, finding one's self. Maybe meeting someone new, maybe finding someone known, it would remain a surprise until she found that person.
Relaxed, free, calm. Inocent, happy, amazed. Everything was just something new or forgotten to be discovered one more time. Nothing was ever seen, smelled, felt or heard too many times. People, trees, music, time, sun, shade, rain, wind, voices... everything melting into her movement... Not just walking... everything melting into her wandering.