How good it is to walk.
How salutary, how pleasing, how utterly essential.
How renewing, how refreshing
How so existential
Walking is balm to a troubled soul, and all people with souls have troubles.
In bad times and in good, a march across countryside
Lends perspective and eases the mind.
Meanwhile, the dog, for whom every walk is a liberation,
Lends you a little of her joy in being alive.