Pleasure

There is pleasure in Nature. There is pleasure in walking. Especially in the mornings. Especially its cold outside and you want to sweat yourself against it by walking fast. As fast as possible. Especially when its springtime, when the walkaways are either bordered by flowers of yellow, white, red and violet, in full bloom. When all the green things are having a beautiful green color, helped by the rain that has been falling for the last two days. When the grass is wet. And, if the walkways are not the tarred, long, nice ones, you are provided by a light green yet sunlight proof canopy by the trees, and paved walkways. There is pleasure, and life is good. And you reach class earlier than you would have had you taken the bus or tram, walking 3 KM.