Next time,
I will rest walk.
I will not flit from flower to flower like a butterfly,
capturing this and that in my digital memory.
As fun as that is, next time,
I will think walk.
I will not adrenalin-rush the next tooth and claw scene,
trying not to miss, trying not to blink.
Next time,
I will pray walk,
absorbing the wonder, wondering at the wandering soul I am,
loving the undeserved gift for itself in just this moment.
Next time.
Apronhead 