I didn’t intend for it to be, but it was anyway. A two-walk day, that is. Two-walk days usually result in deep sleeps, and this one was no exception.

Of course, a two-walk day is not a two-day walk. I imagine I would sleep extremely well after that. But a two-walk day isn’t nothing, either, especially if both are an hour or more, which these were. 

Yesterday’s strolls were in north Reston, with its well-peopled trail, its purposeful pedestrians. They’re not just sauntering; they’re making their way from Point A to Point B. They carry backpacks and shopping bags. They’re going places. To be in their company is to be caught up in meaningful movement.