a platform on which to tell your stories. Raise your voice. Travel on. Travel Around. Travel underneath.

A walk is a playground for antiques - gems of the past. Past memories. Like chapters of lifetimes.

A walk is a picture of you near the world. In the world. Living in harmony. Living in discord. Or just living with the world underneath your feet.

A walk is a mirror where steps reflect back to you almost such that you see yourself in every step. And every step pays close attention to you. Sometimes you like what you see. Sometimes you don't. Sometimes you want to hide from your steps. Maybe you can't. 

A walk is a game of hopscotch. Two feet together one foot. Two feet together one foot. Paying attention to the rhythmn of your pacing or maybe your mind is racing. Maybe there is no pacing.   

A walk is a bird bath. Shaking the troubles from your wings as you step inside and then shake off and step inside and shake off again. It's like each time you dip your wings, you leave another worry behind. Bathing in fresh rain or bathing in sweat. All the same. 

A walk is a mosaic of glass and broken petals and dust and human faces and colors. Sometimes the fragments are sharp. You may get scraped a little bit. Sometimes the piece you were searching for is found completely. To create completely what you need to hear at that very moment. But there is always a place for another piece. 

A walk is a chair, a desk, a lamp, a piano with endless scales

And sometimes a walk is just a walk

and that's all it is.