Golf seems to be an arduous way to go for a walk. I prefer to take the dog’s out.
The sky was dark blue twilight, pretty to look at but lonely to walk under.
Flies travel like they’re named. Humans should be called Walks.
I’m a big personality. I walk into a room, big and tall and loud.
Take a walk with a turtle. And behold the world in pause.
It’s not going to be enough, until I get out of my chair and walk.
He’s going to give me a piggyback ride home. He’s my designated walker.