The walk
July 19, 2009
Whether intentional or not, my neighborhood was made for the evening walk. Very private, very scenic, and the elevation promises a near constant breeze.
My street is largely empty during the day, as most of my neighbors are either at work or hiding from the summer sun. But just after dinner is over and the tables are cleared, my tiny corner of the world comes to life. People walk dogs. Dogs walk people. Older couples stroll and younger couples run. There are bikes and skateboards and scooters and even the occasional horse-drawn carriage.
Add to that mix the Coffey family, who usually takes the half hour or so between washing dishes and washing selves to venture outside for some country air.
But though we begin our walk together, it usually doesn’t stay that way for long. It doesn’t take long for my wife and son to ease ahead of my daughter and me. There’s a reason for that, and it’s a good one. After all, there are walks and there are walks.
If you don’t know the difference between the two, then I’ll invite you over to Katdish’s blog for an explanation. And if you do know the difference, I’ll invite you over there anyway. Because our walks through our neighborhood are a lot like our walk through life. It doesn’t matter how far you go. What matters is how you walk.
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