Without Direction

Yes, this is a large picture in a museum.
but I am not stopping; I am stepping in:
a breezy, carefree walk along the Hudson.

There are many aromas to the breeze,
best a wafting, moving scent of coffee,
some hint of cinnamon, toasted sourdough.

I am alone but totally surrounded, eyes on me,
within the comfort and fortitude of Spring
with no worry for lunch nor bed for the night.

I can easily end my day as I started it,
a simple figure in the distance, faint to many eyes,
I am stroked into the background along the Hudson.