Yesterday, a walk through Arlington. A walk while talking, which is one of the best kind of walks, though you wouldn’t know it by the kind of solo walks I often describe here.

The walk talk is wonderful when it’s done with someone with whom one is simpatico — even if that someone is on the other end of a phone line, which was the case yesterday.

The walk talk makes the miles vanish and the heat dwindle. It’s not until you find yourself in a cool Metro station that you realize that yes, it was a warm afternoon for a charge up Clarendon Boulevard.

But by then it’s too late. The walk is over and the talk is too and though you are indeed rather wilted you are also super-charged by the movement and the conversation.

(Scenes from an Arlington walk, in another season.)