Usually, the ‘morning walk’ consists of a half hour stretch of the legs through the urban meadow just a few minutes away, and the ‘evening walk’ will be a much longer traipse through the woods or around the woods or alongside the woods.
And this morning it was wonderful: we didn’t see or hear a soul.
We walked along in total silence. Not even any wind.
Just the sound of the birds in the trees.
And the tip-tap of the aglets on my laces, tapping against my boots as I walked.
That tiny little sound wouldn’t normally bother me, but, now that I’d heard it, it was all I could hear as I walked, and it jarred with the absolute stillness around me and started to get on my nerves.
I stooped down and tucked the end of the laces into my boots. That was better, total silence now, as I walked.
But the laces came out after about a minute and the tapping started again.
Annoyed, I stopped by a fallen tree, undid my laces and re-tied them, making sure there wasn’t enough slack for the ends to flap about.
We walked in total silence.
Just the sound of the birds in the trees,
And a slight squeak from the rubber heel on my boot.