Walking, especially solitary walks, is about conversation. In many good walks, we take a friend, or God, or a part of ourselves which needs concentrated attention. Sometimes I take along fear, anger, sorrow, and disappointment. A frequent co-traveler is confusion. At my age, I keep thinking I should know more, or better. I should be more comfortable with what I do not know.
My strange summer is coming to an end. I can't say I'm going back to work, because I have been working much of the summer. But work will be different, even in the old routines.
even crows scatter
at the sound of my slow steps
i must be alive