I've mentioned a time (or two), that I love to walk. Walking is, has been, and always will be, my favorite thing. When I was younger, I ran (for a while) in lieu of walking, but it wasn't the same. While running, there was no time to reflect and ponder; all I could do, was worry about how I was going to catch my next breath.
Tonight, my grandson and I took an urban walk. This was quite the opposite of my Saturday morning walk. The Saturday morning walk was peaceful, serene, and begged for tranquil thoughts. Tonight's walk didn't even give me time to think.
We walked just to the south of downtown - the periphery. The Fox River was turbulent, swollen, and as angry as I've ever seen it. This was was not a "lazy river," it spoke with an authoritative roar, and consumed one's senses. Loved this walk with my boy.
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