A moving tribute to walking and a beautifully crafted acknowledgment of the temporal capacities of our human bodies. I love this piece by the brilliant writer Rona Maynard and could relate to it 100%.

“Walking is my gym and my chapel, both locomotion and devotion. I like it fast but pause for oddities and marvels—two insects fighting to the death at my feet, a love note painted overnight on a planter at the liquor store. I don’t know where I am until I’ve walked the place.”