What are you passionate about?

I love fresh air moments. Early summer mornings in a park or by the sea before the day has fully got going.

Time to make tiny inconsequential pleasantries with fellow early morning souls.

What I would question is my passion for fresh air.

Passion seems such a hot, engulving sensation. I feel a little odd attaching the word passion to such a mundane activity as taking a walk in a park.

But walking in fresh air several times a day is something I really enjoy.

Why am I required to be passionate about doing something so simple ? I prefer to hover somewhere below passion and well above hatred for most of my daily activities. I suppose it could be said that I am passionate about moderation. No giddy excesses or plunging desperation involved with moderation.

Defining passion, it’s just a walk in the park.