I put on my white Adidas shoes as this is the only pair of sneakers that goes fashionably well with skirts, dresses, and suits. I hurriedly went down the stairs of my apartment trying to make it to the main street before the school hymn of the nearby school came to an end. It’s normally my cue to leave the apartment already or else I’d be late for work.
My workplace is a 30-minute walk from my apartment. I’ve been walking to school for more than a year already, so I usually make it one or two minutes before my log-in time. And that includes grabbing lunch and snacks in the supermarket next to my workplace. My apartment is situated uphill and my workplace is located in another uphill ground. It’s like going from one valley to another valley. On regular weekdays, I walk a total of almost 5 kilometers. I’ve walked in different seasons and I’ve realized that the different seasons play a big part on what I feel and what I think while walking.
Summer is unforgiving. The heat is intense and the wind does not even let its presence be known. I start to pity myself. My upper clothing is drenched in sweat. And because of that, I usually bring a towel and an extra blouse. There seems to be no point wearing make-up. By the time I arrive in the workplace, I look as if I’d just completed a morning workout. My hair is messy, which is enough to be stressed out for the day. Walking in summer feels like never ending especially if it’s an upward slope. Every turn I take, I would wish it were the last. And in every step, I’d repeatedly question why I placed myself in this situation.
Autumn is the beginning. I’d like to think of autumn as the start of good things to come. It’s much more comfortable walking in autumn. It is when the feel of the cold temperature seems so much more inviting. The color of the autumn leaves is striking—- may it be yellow, red, or orange. There is a gingko tree with dark yellow leaves alongside the street I pass by. I used to hate that tree not knowing what it was because its fruits would fall all over the ground and smell so bad. Sometimes I would see its owner cleaning up the ground with a broom and I used to pity her. It made me wonder why she would go through the hassle of sweeping the ground early in the morning. Sometimes she’d collect a total of four garbage bags full of rotten fruits. I didn’t understand then that that tree is like a shining star in the autumn daylight.
Winter is depressing and lonely. That’s when all the dark thoughts occupy the mind. It’s five in the afternoon and the light has retired early. I shiver in cold as I walk my way uphill with nobody in sight. Sometimes I daydream I am in the setting of M. Night Shyamalan’s chiller movie The Village. On rare occasions, I see some students on their way home. It sometimes boggles me how the female high school students can manage the cold in their mini skirt uniform whereas I, completely bundled up in my coat, scarf and gloves, can still feel the biting cold. But if I’d have to choose, I’d pick winter over summer because I still look exactly the same as when I leave the apartment—- make-up intact and strands of hair still in place.
Spring is salvation. The light after the dark. It’s the season that constantly makes me want to freeze time even just for a minute, so I could appreciate the beauty of cherry blossom trees that line the street. There are times when the wind would blow and the cherry blossom petals would rain on me. And in my mind I’d be doing a twirl in my cute dress. Or sometimes I wish someone would film me in slow motion as I gaze up completely amazed at the falling white pinkish petals. But, nope. None of that as I need to hurriedly get to the workplace. But my hopes are still high as I know there are two more blossom trees on the way. It’s only in spring when I wish that the traffic lights would remain red, so I could enjoy the view of the cherry blossom tree standing near the stop lights. And as I completely enter the compound of my workplace, another cherry blossom tree lifts my mood up.
Walking throughout the four seasons allows me to think of different things. It’s not just a routine to reach my destination. It’s a process that allows me to talk to myself and solve my worries. Sometimes I’d go home filled with problems that only people living abroad would face. In the whole 30-minute walk, I’m usually able to analyze the why’s and how’s of my situation. By the time I reach home, the negative thoughts don’t linger anymore. Walking is an invisible friend. It’s solitary, yet, it brings me solace.