“let’s walk & talk,” were the words i loved to hear from m. (not my m., another m. that i’ve known forever, you know that m. was the most popular name for boys for several decades after ww2, consequently i have more m.’s in my life than any other name.)
but these walks we would take, on broadway, or clark, halsted, downtown, lakeview, in the afternoon, early evening, late at night, were always about working out some problem in our lives. big or small, personal, professional, each listening to the other, sharing.
today, today when i walked i listened closely to what i what i was seeing. can you tell? it was a macro kind of day, but because i listened i was able to see the resolution, or if not the resolution, at least the path that i must traverse.