There are just some days when you need to take a walk. A walk to clear your thoughts. A walk to list all those things you need to do. A walk just to get your mind and body moving again. So many reasons with just this one outcome. Really, walking, by yourself, is it really that powerful a ritual that it can solve whatever it is that put you out there in the first place? Hey, you’re asking me? I’ve got no clue. I guess its all perspective. We all end up curing ourselves, maybe we just need a catalyst. Walking can be that catalyst. Well for me at least.

Its dark, the moon is full, and the stars are bright as ever. I don’t really know why i notice this, and maybe my minds just hypersenstive, or i’m making it up. I find myself thinking about fast food. A spicy chicken sandwich. My mouth begins to water just a little. Wait, no thats not what i’m out here walking for. I have a reason. I have some great metaphysical controversy i need to work out of my life. With this realization I start to walk a little faster, but then slow down to a saunter.

The slow hum of an underpowered foriegn economy class car starts riding its way into my senses. Why do I know this? I just do, they make a distinct sound, just like any type of engine. It sounds more akin to a go-cart or a sewing machine than it does to what a car is stereo-typed to sound like. Well i guess i’ve done it again, I’ve wandered my mind away from what i really wanted to think about on this walk. That pressing topic that put me out of my apartment and onto the street walking with no particular direction.