It is refreshing to walk through nature, absorbed by the trees, the leaves, the sprays of sunlight, the crawling insects, the wet mud, the simple and forgotten things.

If one is attentive enough, every walk is an opportunity to see new sights and hear new sounds.

When going on a long walk, there is nothing to achieve. The beauty is in the walking itself, in noticing the air, marveling at the oak trees.

It is while we are absorbed in the landscape that ideas arrive. Stories unfold. Poetry and rhyme, answers to dreaded questions.