“I do it on a whim, its rhyme without reason whatever comes to mind I'll pull it from thin air” The Fray tells us. This line came to mind when me and two of my friends decided to walk. Just walk. The caprice came to us on an overcast evening in Grahamstown. The air was chilled but the night seemed to call us. ‘Walk with me’ it said. So we did.
The night was young and liberated with lack of destination. There was nowhere to be and no errands to be done. Neither Rat and Parrot nor Pick ‘n Pay had us as potential customers. Not tonight. No, tonight was for simply being in the moment and appreciating what was usually over-looked in everyday passer-by state of mind. Trees were climbed and pathways were not used. We walked from res into town and around town as the darkness covered us like a blanket.
After an hour of wondering, the chill got to us and we decided to become homeward bound. We faced the clock tower and noticed our shadows on the pathway. We looked like enigmas, almost as if silently observing the night without actually being there. The clock tower became clearer and our shadows faded as we walked. We were a part of the real world again. And as we continued back to res we thought of the Fray once more “I do it on a whim, with no motivation following this line and I don't know why, but I've learned to capture time…”
The night was young and liberated with lack of destination. There was nowhere to be and no errands to be done. Neither Rat and Parrot nor Pick ‘n Pay had us as potential customers. Not tonight. No, tonight was for simply being in the moment and appreciating what was usually over-looked in everyday passer-by state of mind. Trees were climbed and pathways were not used. We walked from res into town and around town as the darkness covered us like a blanket.
After an hour of wondering, the chill got to us and we decided to become homeward bound. We faced the clock tower and noticed our shadows on the pathway. We looked like enigmas, almost as if silently observing the night without actually being there. The clock tower became clearer and our shadows faded as we walked. We were a part of the real world again. And as we continued back to res we thought of the Fray once more “I do it on a whim, with no motivation following this line and I don't know why, but I've learned to capture time…”
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