In 20,000 walks you're bound to learn a little. - Jim Harrison

It was today — rather yesterday I think — that he told me it was important not to accept life as a brutal approximation.

I began walking at your age just because the natural world seemed to absorb the poison in me.

Out the kitchen window, in the cool autumn breeze between where I sat and our family burial ground, I felt for an instant I could see time moving in the air. I knew I was being foolish but it struck me as odd that time never went backward except in the fragile structure of memory.