Gallivant. Take your feet to the ground. Travel! Whether gaily or over the shadows of routine; seek. Tranquility is a soft stride on a heavy ground. Your souls of leather and glue will someday need to be re sold and bought a new but not now. If on this walk they break down and no longer suffice the road to travel, strip from them our strange callous and childish bare feet. We never wanted to be clothed by industry. When walking the world is our passenger, and we are all on for the ride. The rhyme of two feet transcends all numbers of tracking time. And as the landscape springs from sights before unseen, from the wells of rediscovered curiosity clear and deep our boundaries are widened and proximities to things so small or much too vast to be imagined are revealed. Walk not on a line unless balance is not your prerogative and it is not mine. Walk with determination for freedom, for doing what we want as humans and when we want it with no signs or lights or congestion to dictate our pace but our own impulses, and occasionally the weather. Walk!
