Ten miles along the peripatetic way

Thoughts from a walk

I went on a walk the other day. Started in Hummel’s Wharf, ended at home in Lewisburg, about ten or eleven miles. Let’s call it ten for aesthetic purposes.

Walking and thought are intimately connected. This is such common knowledge by now that even the obtuse ‘mindfulness’ people who are invading and colonizing every single institution and cultural space…