When I round the last corner of my walk I sometimes fix my gaze on a bright square of sidewalk a block and a half distant and try to think of nothing but walking to that square.
I begin to breathe more deeply.
My stride strengthens.
My gait settles in.
Every molecule in my body lifts.
My mind …
One day I'll walk past my own front door without even noticing.
One day I won't even notice that I'm walking.
Not so far.
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