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I've taken up walking to work, as opposed to driving. would bike to work, but I've been lazy recently, what with the muscle I pulled in my back. Walking has its benefits though, as I get to enjoy the otherwise blurred surroundings of my meager Massillonian life.

The bridge on Cherry, for being a large and rather charmless construction, proffers an image of the river I had never really taken in. Every morning, I feel like jumping into the water below, but realize that I may end up smelling of a few unfortunate things if I do. That and the total depth of the river may only be a few feet, so the safety of my body would be better withheld on the bridge. Nevertheless the view is breathtaking, as I've found myself breathless looking over it a few times this week. No, its not the Amazon of Nile, but the small river whose name is unknown to me twists lazily through the small hills outside of the Massillon city limits. It seems as the the lackadaisical stance on life most Massillonians have is also shared with the nature surrounding the city.

On the way home, shortly after taking in the view of the river, I had crossed a small intersection with a rather awkward light fixture. The light really does not serve much of a purpose but to slow down any and all drivers. After crossing this light, a group of girls stuck a the light began yelling at me. Seemingly, they were just trying to annoy me, as I was on the phone with a friend discussing the arrangements to get tuxes fitted for his upcoming wedding. I turned and acknowledged the girls with a small thumbs up, to which they giggled. They did not stop yelling though, as I made my turn towards home.

It seemed rather surreal. My girlfriend told me they were hitting on me, but I really just think they were bored. I do suppose that they both go hand in hand, as the best sex is usually had when all parties involved begin spontaneously from whence was nothing. The game they were playing may have been just a teenager's way of passing the time through the doldrums of middle America, showing that fun was alive and kicking in grass roots country.

Or maybe they were just twats.

Whatever way you spin it, Massillon has some hidden beauty, which I'm slowly uncovering and documenting. Hopefully I'll have a few pictures of my discoveries in the coming days.