On the way down the hill we walked three abreast in the cobblestone street, drunk and laughing and talking like men who knew they would separate at dawn and travel to the far corners of...

Call it walking meditation or a neighborhood stroll; by whatever namesuits you, rediscover the art of meandering.

Overhead the sliver of a moon barely illuminated anything and shadows slunk on every corner.

If you choose to crawl, so be it. If you choose to stroll, so be it. If you choose to fly, so be it. WHENEVER YOU MAKE A CONSCIOUS CHOICE, YOU KNOCK! (..Knock, and the...