I love walks (A respite from the ordinary)

I'm posting this as a short respite from the usual ranting, somewhat stream of consciousness, often nonsensical crap I usually post. Though its not a deviation from the blog's general meandering course - that's what you get from a conglomeration of 1000 & 1 Things packed into a bag built for 100 & 1 things.

I gotta say, I love walking.
There is just something about it.
The still quietness of it, interrupted only by the scuffling of sole on pavement and sometimes only by the softest whisper of shoe on earth.
The way the exact same space on a walking path changes - almost as if the walking a path itself is doing its own walk - going from the vibrant green of new life to the yellow, gold and brown of mustard, into the drereast of solemn browns and greys and back into the lime green shoots.
One day the sky is an uncapturable blue. The next an inexcusable grey.
I love the way, no matter how many times we've been down that EXACT same path (what must it be now - 70, 100 times?), Duke runs here and there, exploring this and that individual blade of grass as if he's never seen it before. Searching for God, or God knows what.
I love how, despite 70 or 100 trips, the ever-changing path always holds something new for me as well.
I love how Duke never seems so content as it is when we are walking. As if this is the greatest time he could be having.
I love that I feel the same way.
Maybe behind one of the scents he is following is the collected works of the greatest wisdom of all time.
I love how in the spring, the earth smells new and the breeze carries with it a promise of growth
and warmth and makes you want to run - and is that a hint of summer and the shore?
And yet one day, the path will bluster and blister you cold wind.
I love how in the deepest, silentest quiet, your thoughts are loud, and yet its still perfectly quiet.
I love to watch the people.
The runners.
The dog walkers.
The meanderers.
The old ladies.
The friends.
I like how the ground seems hard and safe and concrete, while the sky seems broad and abandoning and limitless.
I love how in 6,000 steps, you can feel as if you've seen the entire world, yet you've only gone 2 miles.
But mostly, I just love the seeing. The walking. The oneness. The aloneness of it all. Even if Duke and R. are right alongside me.

OK.
/CHEESY, embarrasing crap