A walk.

To walk a walk along the longest street you’ll ever walk… A walk on embers, on ice, on flowers, on clouds. To walk, and run, to jump and stumble, to fall and fly. To see the beauty, to contemplate the grotesque. To clench your jaws while stepping on glass, to hold your breath while walking on the bottom off the ocean, to laugh, while on a golden road along someone… To cross paths, to see them separate, to change the path of others… To walk in a fog, not knowing if you’re even on your own path… Treasure that walk, for it shall never be again. You will never walk the same streets again, nor cross the same river twice. Remember and speak to others of your walk. Listen to the stories people tell you of their walks. And one day, give a brand new path to a brand new life