walking along

I discovered recently that I actually like walking. I like the pace of it, how walking at a reasonable clip you can notice a reasonable number of things out of the corner of your eye--when sitting still there is the temptation to try to see it all (it is just sitting there, after all, and you have nothing better to do) and when driving or biking it all turns kaleidoscopic anyway, smearing and spinning and rendering the whole vast changing landscape, invisible.

I also like the aches that come after a couple of hours, pains that, paradoxically, indicate that you are becoming healthier.

I like that you can walk intrepidly anywhere you go, but you can only drive or bike intrepidly if traffic permits and I don't know if there is any way at all to public-transportation intrepidly.

I like walking and stopping and the resumption of walking and I also like walking to:
1. swing
2. classic
3. ska-licious trumpet & trombone combo
4. jazzy snazzy songs
5. songs that use that thump-thumpthump beat.

I just wish I have a nice companion, perhaps a dog to accompany me.