I don’t know why, out of the blue, just today, it just came to me that walking, jogging or riding my bike is cathartic. Not in the total sense of the word, the thought, but for my writing sense, world. Not only that, I hear things that I usually don’t hear any other time of the day. That’s not true; I have been hearing a lot of things, mostly sounds of nature at its best.
I usually meditate and when I have the window open I hear twice as many sound and try to make out everything including the different birds I hear. As for my jaunts throughout the neighborhood, there are quite a few things I have noticed and plan to write poems about them:
I have noticed, last week the fish in the lake were about an inch long today they are two inches long. The swans are nesting, as are the ducks. I have also noticed that the Blue Jays are gone and the woodpeckers are busy putting holes in the trees. The trees are blooming, tulips are fully opened, as are the lilies and, heck what are those purple things…violets, yes that are sprouting.
Today I noticed the birds singing, mostly robins and sparrows
Woodpeckers pecking
The young fish splashing in the water
A small waterfall bubbling 
Children playing on a playground, there is a grade school about a mile away
Two jets roaring overhead
The sound of my foot steps on the pavement
A lady sitting on her porch talking on the phone
Bunches of dogs barking
The wind blowing through a pine tree
The sounds of car tires on the road
Another runners feet pounding slowly by
Someone hammering in the distance – I pass a house under construction
Ducks quacking
Swans honking
A fish jumping out of the water and splashing back into the water
The sound of a generator
And the sound of me breathing hard when I sit down in front of my garage door.
I now have enough to write about. And I feel totally at ease as I wait to catch my breath before I ride my bike, for a long day of feeling good.
Fred's Place 