Walking and talking — such an ancient practice. Almost as ancient as walking, bipedalism, itself, and oh so delightful. 

Over the weekend, with family visiting, I’ve been reminded of this all over again, how naturally one falls into the rhythm of common footfall and how naturally this footfall lends itself to the exchange of words, thoughts, confidences. 

Although I’m usually a solo walker, and happily so, I don’t mind being reminded there’s another way.